Perhaps its their true essence, . This spiced verbena. “Oh it does seem like a refined fragrance” Offer this then to Deianeira, Who knows its sense.
1. Sunlight bathes the winter earth, Bringing light to death Or, perhaps the darkness of rebirth. 2. There lingered the memory of months gone by, A bloom of love painting Soft lips to touch the sky. 3. Though it may familiar be, See how love embraces life, How life embraces a memory.
Proposals You came with trumpets and colors And left with a wave of your hand Too soon for an odd proposal; Late enough for sifting in sand. But then the band struck up a tune, And under a summer moon The sap of love moved a hand, And one took another in hand.
Red Onion Tonight you had the flare of Orion. In fact, you were just like a red onion: Which, even when sliced ever so fine Shows its purple color divine, And though ensconced in a bit of lettuce You impress past any lattice. So let them eye the leafy greens Who are impressed with leafy…