Category: Rose’s Blog

  The Third Thursday Up north, snow has already Fallen on the pines when November Arrives. The maple leaves are bright Dawn red, and the

  October   Tweed was conceived in autumn, Along with tartan plaid, by some ancient Artist, envying the hardwood forest in fall. Like an Ozark

  Portent September’s moon suspends In an oyster shell sky, Her newly waned shape a baroque pearl. Her light dazzles, silver-white, And the stars keep

  When August arrives, summer wears her tiara Like a prom queen. Every day is golden with warm Sunshine and every twilight filled with fireflies.

  Midsummer Vespers   Darkness settles after eight, So the oak leaves look like Shadowy clouds. The evening star is out, And below it, a

  MARGARET IN MAY   She was born in May when the bearded iris Were in bloom and the woodland wildflowers Blossomed all along Shoal

  In the still summer Night, gentle moonlight falls on The cherry blossoms.   Summer rain sprinkles       The ripe cherries and sneaks through      

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​In some places, there is still snow, Piled up by the side of the road, dirty and Grungy. White patches gleam on the distant hills,

  ​You are a dancing child! You waltz And weave through twenty-eight Short days, and even you have no Notion which way you will turn.