Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

The Wind O’er the Roses


Remember, my darling, the wind o’er the roses

The scent of pink you breathe into your soul

The bluebell’s small sweetness, the raspberry blossoms

and more shades of green than your great heart can hold.

Remember, my darling, the bright sun of summer

the soft breeze that cools and caresses your brow 

Birdsong and bee buzz and butterflies dancing

the hare that lies hidden, the fox on the prowl

Remember, my darling, the wind o’er the roses

when the north wind howls and the nights are too long

Close your eyes, take my hand and think of the solstice,

Remember the words to summer’s sweet song.

and remember, my darling, the wind o’er the roses again.

In late June the scent of the wild roses along the road that leads to my home is almost intoxicating. There is a purity and innocence to the fragrance of the wild pink roses. It is a thing one stores in one’s memory, to tell over when the snow and the temperature falls.

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  1. Tony Crafter on said:

    Beautiful piece of classic poetry; I love the line ‘Birdsong and bee buzz and butterflies dancing’. A glorious tribute to nature that evokes a feeling of tranquillity from reading it and makes you feel that, despite everything that’s going on, all is right with the world.

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