Oh, Flower

Oh, flower, open wide your fragrant maze,
Curl back your petals, and greet the sun,
Look up and drink in its glorious rays,
Which will enhance your beauty, just begun.

Oh, flower, with colours of pure rich fire,
You will always radiate a warmth in me,
And your artistry ignites such desire,
That with truth you could be no parody.

Oh, flower, when raindrops touch your face,
And wild winds dictate your waving head,
Your stance will always sustain your grace,
And resplendence be found in your blossoms spread.

© Ernestine Northover

by Ernestine Northover

Comments (4)

What can I say that hasn't already been said? Just so beautiful Ernestine. Love, Andrew xxx
Quite lovely, especially fragrant maze.
Someone has been blossoming again haven't they, this dances across the page, what a beautiful sight for the audience! Love DuncanX
Poetry is like music to the ears. As in this poem I could feel the rythm of emotions with beautiful imagery of singing love. I really enjoyed this piece as I read a second and third time closing my eyes to see and feel it.