Rosemary

her rampant state of order

is to come into our  sight

with a clearness and a harmony

It seems she feels just right

above a wretched darkened sky

with threats of wind and rain

but perched atop

the  Rosemary with everything to gain

a pasty light fandango

arranged to order she

her crinoline tresses

beginning

to recall  her ancestry

tufts of lilac gorgeousness

getting together they

a sort of sweet symposium

to herald this new day

a throng of song comprising

a uniqueness  seemingly

spreading by the day

To smile upon me thankfully

there  is still and icy chill about

within its greenery

tiny birds still flitter

in its inward mystery

but it surprises me to think

despite the  cruel hard way

the wind strength  has been growing

that these flowers just want to stay.