Poetry---about roses and their lure

A poem that was published


Roses and posie
tickling my nosie

They tickle and waft
without the slightest draft

They beckon and flirt
climbing up out of the dirt

Is there any more potent drug
that causes you to weaken and shrug

That makes you forget where you are
and makes you soar like a falling star

Falling out of the sky
and yet feeling heaven is nigh

You again are in a slumber
too many times to number

Can someone pull me away
from the power and the sway

Love has invaded my heart
dare we ever part

by Candylei 2008

Candylei's Garden and Paintings

The lilac buds are swelling and it won't be long before they dance in the wind, fully dressed, and swinging their perfume. There is something old-fashioned and homey about lilacs. Right in there with lavender. It reminds you of fresh laundered clothes and sweet soaps, the bringing in of SPRING and the hope of even richer perfumes yet to come in summer.

Birds often make their nests in lilac bushes because they get quite dense with leaves. Which brings me to something I would like to have built for birds. A dovecote! Wouldn't that be just delightful near the garden.

Giselle in my painting is holding two cooing doves. She is listed now on ebay.