Time and roses

The Daily Post prompt is: Clock

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Spring nights when we’d meet by the lake,

I’d watch for the first stars to wake,

Impatient for vespers to chime,

The clock on the wall marks the time.

 

You planted a seed that would grow,

As fast as a spring river flow,

Such true love could not be a crime,

The clock on the wall marks the time.

 

At midsummer you would return,

You told me, but much as I yearn,

The rose trees are furred with cold rime,

The clock on the wall marks the time.

 

Dust motes drift

A kyrielle poem for the Daily Post prompt: Glass.

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Dust motes drift through golden air,

My palm upturned I catch them where

The breeze through open window blows,

Where it comes from no one knows.

 

Palm upturned to touch your face,

Though you have fled this special place,

The mirror glass, a memory shows,

Where it comes from no one knows.

 

I still recall the happy hours,

Spent beneath these scented bowers,

The mists become a ghostly rose,

Where it comes from no one knows.