Through an arbor,
a doorway, 

Into a fragrant labyrinth,
the world of the
Victorian Rose



With their heady perfume
Romance abounds

Pinks, Reds, Whites, Noisettes,
Old Blush surrounded by his beauties.

Memories of other roses
flood the mind
Roses that are orange, red, and gold,
Magical, powerful, charming



Hands shaking
a question asked," Will you marry me?”

Roses waiting for the answer
Words ring out as though music
floating in the air
Joyfully, petals step into the wind . . .
The walk crosses a brick path
More perfumes tantalize the senses
But the voice of song rings today
Such great joy
The voice sings from the heart 

The walk turns
but the wanderer may pause . . .
On a bench
To play the roses once more
Like a lyre
Pulling on the strings of the heart
Sweet glances
Healing memories
 
Tomorrow the sound of falling petals
Will gather sadness, hurt and concern
Each of those notes will be stilled
leaving only the exquisite memory
As is life itself
At its end 

The garden wants no more than
Attention
The simplicity of the perennial garden
Charms all
Daylilies, balloon flowers
Phlox and salvia
rock roses and asters. 

One must never forget
the daisies.
For today
even the daisies mourn.



My heart misses you
Lewis Marie

Robyn Lorraine
(Inspiration from Lewis Marie’s Poems)