SERENDIPITY

perched dove overlooks 
Pink garden roses blossom
impromptu drizzle

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

FINAL NOTE

red roses motion
robin's wing repeats flutter
demise of dewdrops


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

Summer's sunset shade
Coincide with patio
Adorned with roses


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

Love me at my worst,
With my hair frizzled out.
And my dress slightly torn;
Roses seem to fade away.

Will you hold me close?
When my wrinkles don't show?
The dawn may never come,
If silence consumes the night.

Look into my eyes,
Grasp on to my wretched soul.
You know my every inch,
Help me conquer this darkness.

Bitter at my worst,
Your tender love can heal.
It makes me want to be,
The greatest version... of me.


(c) Monica St Hillaire.

As doorbell rings on,
Clear beauty shrouds clouded mind;
Couple flees upstairs...


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

Roses upon my lap,
Well...truly they 're for mom.
I'll give her with a song,
Knowingly she will hum.

Roses now in my hand,
Greeting card with a dove.
My name written inside,
With poems about love.