Bereft upon a winter rose
Goes the shiny soul
Of yet another year.
But rising from icy fields
Arose a silent freshness
Of scented April harvest,
Budding bright new sights
Of days you’ve yet to see.
So, on this day of days,
Be of joy and sing,
As this day has seeded
The rose of brighter things.
That is a beautifully written poem Simon, so gentle. Sincerely Ernestine Northover
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Simon, I love your work. thanks for reading my poetry. Your words are so smooth, soft and delicate to my eyes...