Made of perfect petals,
each one moulded softly.
From a bud exquisite,
it blooms to velvet beauty.
Softly coloured from peach white,
to reds, apricots and golds…
Only a few of the many shades
found in the lovely folds
Of one, more than just an earthly flower
but surely a gift from heavenly bowers.
A gift of love, of peace that grows
within the depths of beauty ~ a rose.
(from my 1968 notebook)
Please NOTE: in retirement I have closed most of my web pages including francesmacaulayforde and poetscornerwa. Both of these pages have now been taken over by a bot. However, I have retained my Wordpress BLOG or my ETSY shop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rose smells rose even if it is called by anyother name. With one rose a beautiful poem is before us.