My furry, little friend, Wild Rose is taking time to smell the roses :)) No thorns just lots of kisses!
Of New England in June
I remember...
Pink roses cascading the old gray wall
As streams of shimmering sunlight
Dance among the silver birches
And meadows of white daises
Wave in the gentle breeze.
From the stone-fenced rolling pasture
To the twilight night in the deep wood
Where fireflies with fairy lanterns
Shine their silver light
Among this primrose scented starry night
In stillness I listen to the crickets serenade
All the while embracing the soul of June.
Eveline Maria Smith © September 2005
Of New England in June
I remember...
Pink roses cascading the old gray wall
As streams of shimmering sunlight
Dance among the silver birches
And meadows of white daises
Wave in the gentle breeze.
From the stone-fenced rolling pasture
To the twilight night in the deep wood
Where fireflies with fairy lanterns
Shine their silver light
Among this primrose scented starry night
In stillness I listen to the crickets serenade
All the while embracing the soul of June.
Eveline Maria Smith © September 2005
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