Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
planting out another favourite poem, this from last year: as time slips i sip the hours suntime nonsense flower dreamer amidst woody bowers weekend woman springing out feeling her breathy path by breeze toward sun stance hip swung nonchalance among happiness in bluebells ——— i, not…
Tag: roses
xi (2020) (reblogged poem)
Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
some tide has moved the season of a heartgrafted growth saps rose to rootscut back unseasoned years all winter harshdead wood now sparks greenbut must proceed with cautionto bud the rose anew againsuddenly all of a floribundapink and white, bothdreamtide high in blossom fullness A. H/…
rose
thorn bush needle tree bare
air spiked striker at the year
dying back head deaded pruned
your sap gathers toward growth
a summation of all your points
all it’s left to you to be
delicate, silk petal fragrant flesh
concentrate of beauty’s hope
the natural conclusion
to your briar scratch upon the world
A. H / K. H-H (20th July 2020)
try two of my other poems about roses –
and more recently:
a blind catch in the sun 