A ROSE-BUD GLIMPSED ON MORNING WALK
Her queenly grace unfolds in June,
outshining e'en the brightest moon.
She greets her court in floral frock,
a rose-bud glimpsed on morning walk.
By dawn her crimson beauty spread,
still dripping rich with dewy head;
deep ruby grown in garden rock,
a rose-bud glimpsed on morning walk.
Her lush attire is petal-soft
and nature's pride holds gem aloft
to shadow blooms who think to mock
a rose-bud glimpsed on morning walk.
Cathy Bollhoefer~
copyright June2005
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~Rays of sun kiss my cheeks and wrap me in their warmth while whispering winds caress me with the softest touch. Gently rolling hills covered with swaying grasses and wildflowers, urge me to discover what's over the next rise, for nature has created a rainbow of color that reaches as far as I can imagine.~ Cathy
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