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Her shadow lengthening
summer
sways her hips
as she walks
through fields of gold.
~~~
Knee deep
in summer meadows
I ask for the grace
of one sweet flower
to wear in my hair.
~~~
To be nothing more
and nothing less
than grass
yielding
to a moment’s tread.
~~~
In the darkness
the rose
writes poetry
with the ink
of scent.
~~~
Waking
from the folds
of yellow dreams
it seems the rose is still
dreaming.
~~~
Lips hushed
petals curved
unquestioning
the rose keeps her secrets ~
and mine.
~~~
She paints herself
with the flame of forever
on this moment’s
stretched silk ~
summer rose.
~~~
Living her own
impossible dream ~
yellow rose.
~~~
Yellow
from one dream
to another
the rose she imagined
she is.
~~~
From the other side
of the garden
does the rose
see my thoughts
unfolding?
~~~
Rose by rose, a yellowed paper sigh,
sunset upturns this hour~glass sky.
~~~
Roses are
the lingering beauty
of half forgotten dreams
to which you long to return
but never can.
~~~
Like young lovers
the rose and the summer breeze
take their fill
of each other
mindless of tomorrow.
~~~
First fruits of the climb-
fingers of cloud
stained with blackberry
gathering
on the mountains.
On the mountain roads
of my mind
we drive through rain clouds
stop in passing places to let
memories go by.
~~~
Poems by Claire June~August 2010
images by Amy and Claire
