When providence proceeds with caution, <br />eluding starkness of day, <br />a daffodil shall arise singing hymns of praise. <br /> <br />A chorister in denial, <br />whose trumpets bellow cross welting fields, <br />dwadles in the distance, <br />echoing the meadow where Narcissus lays. <br /> <br />Song sparrows celebrate with fervor and gaiety, <br />tattering the name off Nemessis grave, <br />Heady aroma that scents besiege, <br />the gazing eye of a Muskateer. <br /> <br />Arise my foe and grab your rapier! <br />The harvest has come for us to scythe, <br />clusters of myrrh for sacrifice, <br />To the alter of ambrosia. <br /> <br />Thistly parched with dew about, <br />your crescent petals have all gone, <br />turned to wreath that morns no more, <br />nestled in my arms. <br /> <br />Whose to blame my rampant love if winter brings calamity, <br />take the time to make it better, <br />With laughter from our soul.<br /><br />Elliott Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bar-maid/
