the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Sunday 13 March 2011

Mike Berger - One Poem

Rose as Fire

In the bright summer sun is a scarlet flame;
it dances a Gypsy ballet.

Warmed by the summer sun, it is kissed by a
gentle breeze.

Scarlet perfumes hanging in its aura; dazzling
reds beckon a touch.

The rose has no voice, yet it speaks; it whispers
of love and burning desire.

It sings gentle songs to the heart.