By J Ann Crowder

'Tis garden dusk embellishing a whimsical scene, home to raven shrills at magical moons—the heavenly shrines
She is like red roses, queenly amongst the gardens
As fairies kiss her petals—she welcomes
Her thorns distance those who would pluck her only for her beauty
Her red emboldens with Autumn’s parcels of delights
She stills beneath an oasis of sky’s night dance
She haunts a quiet dream of dark’s colors, brilliantly colliding—a masterpiece of dreams
As a kingly owl bows to her, she is showered by spotlights of nightly glows
Here she lives and thrives amongst a beautiful tapestry of darkness
Bringing in enchanting rays of sharpened, colorful fire

Written October 21st, 2017.

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