Poetry by Jeff Green


My lily, my rose

by cricketjeff on July 12, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

You take my words
from the page
before I write

you wash the blues
from my sky

The new leaves of spring
are hidden by the blossom
and bright daisies
mask each lawn

fresh paint shines on every wall
and every beautiful lady
is a bride

when we talk
the colour drains
from my face
and my glowing embers
burst into the brightest flame

when I see you
my soul is bleached
and pure

My white lady
my lily
my rose.