Category: Rose’s Blog

  ​Sunlight breaks through the Clouds and sparkles on lemons In a crystal bowl. Lemons, along with tea, are among the many precious gifts that

  As April begins, The thrush calls and buds appear On the old orchids.   ​​On Palm Sunday, a Woman kneels in the dirt to

  ​Yellow mustard blooms Near a field of sheep. Gentle Rain covers them all. March has arrived, and the calendar tells us that spring is

  February is here, the shortest month of the year and one of the loveliest. It is a time of promise when winter’s dark landscape

  The New Year   The winter solstice rolls by And the lean time comes When the Christmas tree turns brittle And drops its needles,

  The Last Leaf​ ​On the sheepdog’s splendid coat, Softer than a winter hare, And marbled like marshmallow and butterscotch, The last leaf from the

  ​On a coastal farm, Harvesters cut Brussels sprouts In the fog and rain. ​ November is here, and many of us are reflecting on

  Pointing   Autumn approaches With a gauzy gray sky And air cool and tangible, Like a room filled with beings. We step forward After

  “Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! What lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! …†​ These

  In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and