Roses


The clock's hands
toil
minute after minute
until the hours pass gently away
soon
tomorrow's promise
will stretch
far and wide
celebrating time's patience
with an elegance
that awakens hope

Lingering
ever so warmly
like a whisper on the horizon
the slow rising brilliance
paints shadows
across the land
and within each ocean wave
until beauty
has burdened the night
with the majestic colors
of life

The air
still chilled from previous hour
begins its sojourn
to the warmth
of a new day
as life mingles
with the scent of roses
leaving yesterday
breathless

Lovely Mig.

I enjoyed reading your lovely poem, mig

Nice poems .