Poetry Clips – Rose/Roses (The Morning Trembles)


Kisses of morning

Lovingly blown

From a fleeing night

Alighting softly

Upon the blushing cheek

Of the rose

The rising day

Cool as silk

Trails a frozen hand

Across the shivering back

Of the night

And the morning trembles

In the throne room

Of the dawn

© Ann Bagnall

Image: ‘Nana’s Roses’ by Karen Whitworth

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