First to flower is, ‘Gertrude Jeckyll,’ the perfect English Rose. Shy, lowly, oh so lovely is this Cinderella of the rose garden. This royal is a bower Queen vigorously climbing the wall in search of light. Perfect scrolled buds unfurl into glowing, pink blooms that tower and droop. Crush a petal or linger. Inhale her quintessential Old Rose fragrance. Bewitched and bothered, you’ll fall in love.
~’Gertrude Jeckyll’: An English Shrub Rose
Bred by: David Austin
“It’s the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important…People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘The Little Prince’
Sunlight breaks through an open window
Sneaks across the floor
From the near distance, trills a lonesome melody
The Magnolia, a holy stage
A solitary bird performs a serenade,
Close your eyes
Sweet darling, dream awhile
You’re a fool to cry
Let my notes carry you
High above the treetops
Far from troubled lands …
And time suspends flight
Beneath a birdsong spell
Balanced on the blade of darkness
As he brushes morning’s light with a kiss
~’ Hymns of Redemptive Love’
Ours was an unbridled love
A tale of lust and passion
Blessed beneath a midnight sky and a dusty summer rain.
Queen Ella inspires my writing. Her sequins, satin, and sighs, to the way she wipes her brow. The swing of her head. It all mixes into a bewitching shot of seductive appeal.
What’s not to love about Young’s score, ‘Stella By Starlight’, Ned Washington’s lyrics, and Ella’s sultry swoon? An ‘endless spring’ or ‘Stella by starlight, with moon in her hair.’ Enchanted.
~ Victor Young, Ned Washington, Ella Fitzgerald
Fall in love all over again.
I dream you
in the dark. This is where our love is found. In a place, as far away as moonlight, is where you touch my skin.
Your hand slips into mine.
I can’t let go. You are the one who lifted me up; the one who left me on my knees.
Do you think if I begged the night hard enough
she’d give you back to me?
~ As Far Away As Moonlight
If you were a book, I’d slip upon the page
and write you a hymn: To Love
The text, an alchemy of lost, of found
Shed tears and tangled blooms.
I’ll write you a boulevard cradled by oak
Swept up in a crescendo storm
In an empty room, beneath an altar of glass,
Captive, we’ll pray.
Words dance through pain, tussle with greed, as we swallow shots of shame
To shiver in the reckoning: Love never fails
As you gasp, breathless
Upon rumpled hope
I’ll soothe your sleep to dream.
In the still of morning, you’ll reach for me
Words beneath the cover.
and you erased me from the page as if I had never existed, as if I had never mattered to you, as if I was a smudge.
Nature creates her own stories~Paeonia loves Apollo.
Bashful, shabby, beautiful.