Tuesday, July 14, 2015

ROSES by George Eliot

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!


Mildred said...

How pretty! I can almost smell your pretty roses.
Hope you are enjoying the afternoon.

Patsy said...

Lovely ! Hope you had a good day.

Daisy said...

Beautiful roses and a wonderful poem too!

Nonnie said...

A beautiful thought. I love roses. Would love to have them falling, but would hope without the thorns.

Red Rose Alley said...

Oh yes, I love the roses, and I have four rose bushes in my back yard that I look at every day, pink, yellow, white, and red. What a nice poem this is.