Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

THE ROSE

by Liana Howarth

May the rosebuds of yesterday
Be the blooms for today
And the fragrance of tomorrow

Oh!  The dusky pink rose in the twilight snow
Pale green tulips beginning to grow
Shadows fall from deep within
Where can I go to hide my sin

Daffodils glisten and start to open
Snowdrops and bluebells carpet the glen
When words and thoughts cannot explain
I look to the rose, so perfect, again

Little white flowers pushing through
Timber so hard, everything new
Colours so glorious, precious and grand
I must kneel and yet I stand

Fragrance, fragrance, softness and love
Heaven sent fragrance sent from above
Lord, I thank you for this beautiful day
Lord, I thank you for this beautiful day

Today we live
What we shaped yesterday
And dream for tomorrow
So may the rosebuds of yesterday
Be the blooms for today
And the fragrance of tomorrow

Added: 10.03.2009

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