~ Dance ~
Look at that petticoat,
ruffly and soft
With gown resting lightly
and rosebuds aloft
The palest-pink velvet,
held in midair
Dancing for faeries and
other folk there
Look at the green on the
scene, in the sun
Verdant, sweet stems
appeal to everyone
How aptly, I note, they
hold rose in embrace
Their little hairs,
scratchy -- yet thorns,
not a trace
I smell the faint perfume,
as she dances by
Tainting the wind with her
charm, let it fly
The warmth of the sun, yes
it's on my face too
Rooted in place with,
still... so much to do
Given the day, pray, given
the hour
Gladly would I stand and
gaze at this flower
God only knows when I'll
have such a chance
To stand in the garden and
watch that rose dance
Faerie's Heartsongs
T.R. Cardinet ©
02-17-10
...and should you and I
soon dance with the rose
upon pretty wing,
could we... suppose.....
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