In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
......
Purple blooms, lost in amber noontime luster,
Fragrantly crowding, in richest beauty cluster.
Sunshine gold seems to shimmer just for her,
As red butterflies wander, with many a flutter!
Awash in garnets, green trees of summertime,
And golden sapphires, warm roses on a vine,
Sparkle all the memorable days, citrine shine,
And flashing colors, of a diamond sun divine!
As the golden sunshine greets a new morning,
I rise from bed refreshed and still yawning.
I cross the room lured through french doors,
By balcony blooms, green lake, and sycamores!
I delight in fragrance and in blissful views,
As I search eagerly for the golden day news.
Then barefoot I climb to the balcony railing,
Diving into clear green waters as birds sing!
They were the golden days in many ways,
When I once gave Mom dandelion bouquets.
She loved those bright vases of blooms,
Cheering the corners of childhood rooms!
The lavender dawns and crimson evenings,
Plus the deep golden yellows in between,
Gave rise to such kaleidoscopic memories,
As a rare gemstone's glittering energies.
a sparkling glazed sheen
sunshine on my windowpane
noonday blooms below
goldfinch bush and tree
are awash in dazzling light
as pale sunbeams dance
In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
......
Purple blooms, lost in amber noontime luster,
Fragrantly crowding, in richest beauty cluster.
Sunshine gold seems to shimmer just for her,
As red butterflies wander, with many a flutter!
Awash in garnets, green trees of summertime,
And golden sapphires, warm roses on a vine,
Sparkle all the memorable days, citrine shine,
And flashing colors, of a diamond sun divine!
They were the golden days in many ways,
When I once gave Mom dandelion bouquets.
She loved those bright vases of blooms,
Cheering the corners of childhood rooms!
The lavender dawns and crimson evenings,
Plus the deep golden yellows in between,
Gave rise to such kaleidoscopic memories,
As a rare gemstone's glittering energies.
As the golden sunshine greets a new morning,
I rise from bed refreshed and still yawning.
I cross the room lured through french doors,
By balcony blooms, green lake, and sycamores!
I delight in fragrance and in blissful views,
As I search eagerly for the golden day news.
Then barefoot I climb to the balcony railing,
Diving into clear green waters as birds sing!
a sparkling glazed sheen
sunshine on my windowpane
noonday blooms below
goldfinch bush and tree
are awash in dazzling light
as pale sunbeams dance