TTO ( / Washington State)

My Red Rose~

It was in the mist of
The morning
Out of a deeper set fog
Clinging almost to
The grassy blades
Dew tipped and glistening
That first, i made
Notice of you~

~*~

The garden with it's
Fragrant blooms
Gently embrace the
Circumferance of your face
Carried away by a hint
Of breeze
The stillness winning, though


~*~

Your scent permeates
My air
A brief break in the fog
Allows for a glimpse
Allows the sun
It's proper place
In the sky
And there you are
Still...
Sweet as the first
Red Rose of Spring



By, Theodora Onken


January 19,2013

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