Rosemary sage and thyme

 The rose opening to the dawn
beside rosemary,sage and thyme,
fragant memories, evenings before the fire
pale blues and tender pink in the orange glow.
Delius Mass of Life,enigmatic challenge
absorbes our dreaming,in the gothic vault
and stained glass pigments,
as daytime toil resolves in sleep.
Take the rose and kiss its velvet skin
share the secret with the honey bee.
Few can rival such a bloom,see
in the morning sun the petals furl
predestined order, with the honey bee
the secret core, deep eternal
from whence,all life,the stigma of our being.
A final kiss,petals satiate,sepals closed
fragrant memories . . . . . . .
rosemary,sage and thyme