A Seal Upon my Heart
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
My lingering rose, the lightish purple one,
Has failed to open. It is still a bud
In late November. Though the autumn sun
Indulges it, the rose will end in the mud.
The name is “Waltz Time.” Set aside the bright
Way nurseries name such flowers. It will not dance
Except upon the frosty winds of white
December now, despite the grudging glance
Of leprous beams sent down to it through clouds.
The petals, lavender of palest blue,
Are what won’t come past summer’s blossom crowds
And will not beam with joys those others knew.
.. Both brave and lovely, it should have its fame.
…. Perhaps “Cavell” should be its purple name.
See: http://flowersandhome.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/few.html
