Monsieur Monet
have you seen my rose
dawn has flourished
a masterpiece
as sweet scented dews
ravage a petal's
perfum'd essence
these perfect pink medallions
charm my soul
and flourish
only for me
the mistress of the lane
at this prairie chateau
my sandy loam
is hardly your palette
but your
uncultivated cousin
as coarse as the winds
rather would wander here
renegade princess of the fence row
she rules untethered
lacking regalia
she is strong willed
and true to her course
my sweet shy partner
renouncing the winds
we share seat to the throne
queens of the conservatory
the wild ones
bloom in singular
love of the home'lund
thorny and scorned
yet petite dreams of
castled gardens in the
the highlunds
bloom
for these wild prairie forbes
not so far from our minds
a painted portrait resides
of two fair maids
hand in hand
the petaled princess
and the faded rose
s.wilson
As always a dreamer and shadow shooter I meet with like-minded souls to share shadow portraits, though it's Sunday in Australia, us Westerners gather early to chat with our Aussie pals. We're having a blast over at Harriet's place...won't you join us there???
