The delicate pink hues
\nThat clamber skywards
\nOver thorny stems
\nFragrant are their blossoms
\nAn adornement to the Autumn gems
\nThat throw their colour
\nAnd aromatic scent into the
\nWarming air
\nThe sweet briar loves heart fire
\nEglantine be mine
\nTo share<\/p>\n
Thorns that catch the cloth
\nAnd whisper
\nScratch the skin and sorely
\nShow
\nFor want of more care
\nSuch a vista
\nOccupies the spirits flow<\/p>\n
Taste some hips
\nTheir sweetness catches
\nEsconced in all those scratchy hair
\nWine is made from petals
\nBeaten into pulp
\nWith sugars spare<\/p>\n
The fermentation and creation
\nAnd all that actual essence spill
\nAbundantly roses encountered
\nOn slender branches If you will
\nSending forth the sweetest scents
\nAny maiden it would please
\nWildness offers much ado
\nAbout the nothingness and ease<\/p>\n
The absolute intention riseth
\nAnd again doth take control
\nAll I see and feel and proffer
\nOn a early morning stroll<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The delicate pink hues That clamber skywards Over thorny stems Fragrant are their blossoms An adornement to the Autumn gems That throw their colour And aromatic scent into the Warming air The sweet briar loves heart fire Eglantine be mine … Continue reading