Font of Sweet Nothings
by, 11-19-2009 at 02:11 PM (418 Views)
Essence of Regret
Rosebuds live on an even plane
Gathered together in dozens
Full roses sit in the falling rain
With the turtledoves, their cousins.
Dreaded is the cresting ray
That falls from the scored domain
Of shimmering prisms’ lissome way
In step with seasons’ feign.
Open upon the laughing brook . . .
A fluster of shooting stars retires
Unfettering Diana’s shady crook
And teasing Mused desires.