MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
House of Anne
All votive in the moonlit breeze
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
#trees
#flowers
#night #nature
#night #nature
210 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
House of Anne
All votive in the moonlit breeze
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
#trees
#flowers
#night #nature
#night #nature
210 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
House of Anne
All votive in the moonlit breeze
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
#trees
#flowers
#night #nature
#night #nature
210 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
House of Anne
All votive in the moonlit breeze
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
#trees
#flowers
#night #nature
#night #nature
210 reads
10 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
Autumn's Seamstress - with deliabear
Ratcheting the ornately beautiful wickets.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
#trees
#nature
#collaboration
97 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
Autumn's Seamstress - with deliabear
Ratcheting the ornately beautiful wickets.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
#trees
#nature
#collaboration
97 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
2nd Oct 2023 8:57pm
Autumn's Seamstress - with deliabear
Ratcheting the ornately beautiful wickets.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
Inevitable is autumn's spell.
With ornamental mascara woods
The seamstress of nature roams the forest,
Within her étui boutique sewing basket.
To mend the bark of broken dreams.
Newly quilted trees in color-scattered fields.
Adorned in scarlet gowns of autumn leaves.
Into our hearts, the season is weaved.
#trees
#nature
#collaboration
97 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
132 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
132 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
132 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
132 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
132 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Trees Published by Members Recently Online
