Monday, 19 August 2013


The flowers wink
With ruffled eyes

Flirting with my muse...
To write of their grandeur

Words to be erased
Insignifcant phrases
To dull to express
The blossom perfection

How can i describe their majesity
When even the water 
Ceases it's bubbling to act
As their hand mirror?

Their perfection 
Of red petal blush
And wedding white 
Shines on it's surface

My winter spirits
Rises from it's frost
To be renewed 
By flower blossoms 

I cannot write with justice
The glory of your blooming
I lay down my pen
And bow to your beauty.......
Claire-Eugene Denton Bear © copyright