Spindly sunlight,
battling the winter of our
orange discontent
Spindly sunlight,
battling the winter of our
orange discontent
Happy Holidays,
From bud to flower,
your flaws are your charm to
the sun and your friends
Just look at you now,
confidently opening
up to your friends
Smile to the world, Rose,
endearing forever, while
mortals bustle by
Fresh from a shower,
Rose puts on her face and gets
ready for a night out
Oh my goodness, Rose,
it’s a good thing that bed head
is back in fashion.
Time for bed now, Rose,
calls out the attendant.
Colour in your cheeks.
Hi there, Grandma Rose,
Loving the sun as usual.
Don’t overdo it!
Will you still be Rose
without your petals? Always
pink in my heart.
Don’t fret, Rose, for that
glossy sprout. You hold the source
of future blossoms.
Winter approaches
but Rose takes on a new glow,
certain of Spring
Rubescent Rose, a
glow on your cheek, steels us for
the white of winter
Rubescent Rose, a
glow on your cheek, steels us for
the white of winter
Euterpe shuns me
while Melpomene beckons.
Unfinished novels.
Silent windows stare,
demanding to know what eyes
seek their door’s secrets
Your destiny to
fade, but your pink kiss brightens
our every day
Fall, so tentative
this year. So much CO2,
so little time?
The winds herald the
storm, branches
dance, ignoring fate