Posted in Syllable Lune

Affinity

Neighbors sharing time,

Help and food,

Kindred thoughts of kindness

Syllable Lune

Posted in June 2018, Rhyme

A Golden Rose

Gold Rose

This little flower wasn’t in the garden of a queen,

Or even in a place where it might be seen,

Yet it was beautifully dressed,

Looking it’s best, as if blessed,

Bringing joy where it dwelt,

Sharing fragrance with any who smelt.

Oh that I, daily might try, to be

An affinity, in similarity.

Rhyme