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Post by mysticbluebell on Feb 7, 2016 21:36:29 GMT
It is blooming now with the beautiful pastell colours The Winter Rose |
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Post by doreen23 on Feb 12, 2016 16:43:01 GMT
By the Riverbank
I am a sweet smelling rose
And I hold my head up high.
As I sit near the river
Watching swans go gliding by.
Along the river-bank, wild flowers grow.
Reflecting in the water, rippled by the breeze.
The air is filled with birdsong, I hear the song
And I feel the morning dew on my leaves.
The day is soft and golden, as I sit.
And all of nature seems to blend.
So many people admire me
Yet I know my season will soon end.
My life is nearly over, as I begin to wane.
Yet I will be back in bloom again next year.
Along the river, surrounded by beauty
Where once again, I will be revered.
Doreen E Hampshire
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Post by mysticbluebell on Feb 12, 2016 21:16:02 GMT
A Rose in Winter
Despite winter frost and short days gloom
In snow beside the doorway it will bloom,
The Winter Rose, so fragile and fair
A shy beauty beyond compare.
It is bending when the cold winds blow
Standing strong with roots of faith and so
The white and waxen flower before spring
Will bring a smile and make hearts sing.
Dormant this plant will lay at times
Not even needing that the sun shines,
Petals can blush from white to pale pink,
Winter Rose with nature’s magic wink.
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