There are some rustic scenes
Comprising memories
Where Autumns lustrous brush
By the surging purple thrush
More lovely than the Rose
Her canvas doth compose
Her showbills never close
Always is her home
Besetting hearts at rest
Oblivious kisses blessed
For at best lifes still a test
That jangles the nerves and joys molest
Meanings stale
Where Love poems once regaled
Scenes reflect the welcome guest
Peace where all else fails
Where her scented Summer breeze
Carress the leaves of green
Chimes of ice crystal rhymes
Quintessentially serene
(Well one thing must be true. We were
all dead a long time before we were alive.
Maybe that is what eternity whispers
when we feel everything will be all right
knowing we will go back to where we always
were before)
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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So Lovely!!!!!!
Hello Wes,
his was a beautiful poem filled with amazing imagery to stir the senses. You bring such beauty to each season with your words. A pleasure to read from beginning to end. Hugs my friend. Take care.
Peace and Grace to you,
Sandy
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