Rubus 3

A Rose by any other name

a trailing perennial, she

grows well with abundance

its how we all could be

She was  given a truthers spell

in her second year bears fruit

with barbs that signify caution

at her root

her leaves are somewhat downy

she has that lasting will

has been struggling for centuries

in the forests she does spill

all her wondrous spirit

her leaves her fruit her soul

Rubus she has made her mark

and spontaneously her role

on rugged walls and fences

she gives of her real best

no matter what is  thrown at her

she passes every test

That real  true stickability

A single- minded goal

to apply herself to a constancy

within her grander role

such energy accumulates

in her leaves her stems her fruit

we can all feel that goodness

till Samhain then we ought

Offer the  crone and fey their chance

to feed into her trust

her curative tradition

of really all thats just

when seasons take on a  cold wind

and frost hangs on the air

a truly healing substance

Instilled in her the  care

she represents the harvest

a goddess bounty she

is everything one ever wants

in life and liberty

Brighid knew of her wondrous power

she felt that constancy

And a wand of extreme protectiveness

She carried and could see

and hear in every jingle

and stanza  a bright sound

a poetic inspiration

sent forth from the ground

the miracle of magic

the arousal of her flame

the paraphrastic empathy

held sway in her name







About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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