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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Spring Rose


Glossy arms reaching sun-ward, welcoming the day.

Rosey cheeks kissed with dew drops, smile and sway.

Tender neck now unfurling, green and slender, nods.

Greeting morning with her beauty, crimson petals besot.


Sleepy head, silence wraps her in a warm embrace.

Golden rays fall on folded arms and down turned face.

Perfume drifting upward from her golden heart,

She bids goodnight, Rose has christened springs start.

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