THE ROSE AND THE GOLD
I was ever for the rose and gold of it,
The roselore twining through poetry
The trellis my own
So have I kept the shine of it
From childhood on
And I will wreath for my darlings
The minstrels far from home
The wanderers of all ages
This wreath of rose
This pause of gold
In their faraway music
I intuit most
when I am all alone.
mary angela douglas 25 july 2024
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