~Tatyana@MySecretGarden ~Noelle ~Rebecca @ In The Garden ~islandgardener
Thanks everyone, at least we agree on roses being beautiful especially the pink with tones.
But a simple remark by islandgardener caught me by surprise. That deserves a mention here. A poem for her.
Come Home! by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
When wintry winds are no more heard, And joy's in every bosom, When summer sings in every bird, And shines in every blossom, When happy twilight hours are long, Come home, my love, and think no wrong!
When berries gleam above the stream And half the fields are yellow, Come back to me, my joyous dream, The world hath not thy fellow! And I will make thee Queen among The Queens of summer and of song.
From the legs of an insect I fell, And below the surface I dwelled, Cramped and dark, yet I know not why, Oh how I do wish to see the sky, I know I am here for a reason, Yet it is not my season... To express myself in my greatest form, To listen to God's call like solider to horn, I've dwelled in the hair of young women and beautiful crones, I've dwelled in beautiful gardens and brought luxury to homes, My scent is lovely everyone knows, For behold, my friend, I am Rose. And I am beautiful.
Beautiful! I like two tones of pink in the bloom.
ReplyDeleteRoses are my favorite flowers, especially pink ones :-)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely and delicate. :)
ReplyDeleteHello, Bangchik!
ReplyDeleteIt is just so beautiful. Lovely two tones of pink.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet little rose.
ReplyDeleteSo pretty! Smelt the fragrant?
ReplyDelete~Tatyana@MySecretGarden
ReplyDelete~Noelle
~Rebecca @ In The Garden
~islandgardener
Thanks everyone, at least we agree on roses being beautiful especially the pink with tones.
But a simple remark by islandgardener caught me by surprise. That deserves a mention here. A poem for her.
Come Home!
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
When wintry winds are no more heard,
And joy's in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
Come home, my love, and think no wrong!
When berries gleam above the stream
And half the fields are yellow,
Come back to me, my joyous dream,
The world hath not thy fellow!
And I will make thee Queen among
The Queens of summer and of song.
~bangchik
putrajaya malaysia
~Hocking Hills Gardener
ReplyDelete~Curbstone Valley Farm
~Stephanie
~AaronVFT
Thanks everyone. Oh, the fragrance is heaven and I wish to get immersed. I dedicate a poem by Fredrick D Terry to all of us.
The Spirit Called Rose
© Fredrick D. Terry
From the legs of an insect I fell,
And below the surface I dwelled,
Cramped and dark, yet I know not why,
Oh how I do wish to see the sky,
I know I am here for a reason,
Yet it is not my season...
To express myself in my greatest form,
To listen to God's call like solider to horn,
I've dwelled in the hair of young women and beautiful crones,
I've dwelled in beautiful gardens and brought luxury to homes,
My scent is lovely everyone knows,
For behold, my friend, I am Rose.
And I am beautiful.
BANGCHIK
PUTRAJAYA, MALAYSIA
Lovely pic!
ReplyDeleteSuzanne
Ahhh......sweet, sweet rose!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bangchik -- that was beautiful! I won't be so scarce!
ReplyDelete~Window On The Prairie
ReplyDeleteThey are beautiful with sweet smell. No wonder ladies love them so much.
~Kim and Victoria
Rose, Fredrick D Terry portrayed as beautiful....
~islandgardener
Welcome home, as Mary correctly mentioned.
BANGCHIK
What a beautiful little rose.
ReplyDelete~Tammy
ReplyDeleteThanks.., I like the way kakdah coming near the roses, hold them and bring near her nose. I can see her smile developing sweetly.
~bangchik