I passed a rosebush
I passed a rosebush just this morn,
With thorns yet tender green,
With pearl dewdrops all adorned,
Its virgin buds still tight of seam.
The golden sunlight cast its glow
Through fragile leaves so fresh unfurled;
No blemish yet did any show,
So newly made to greet the world.
I passed a rosebush at the noon
When sunlight beat upon its brow,
Its radiant beauty in full bloom,
Standing there tall, straight, and proud.
Guardedly the thorns drew round,
And leaves did wrap a warm embrace
About the shafts so richly crowned
With fragrant petals of velvet grace.
I passed a rosebush in the eve
Standing 'neath the shadows grey,
So weary and agéd that it did seem
Its life would with the daylight fade.
Its blackened branches stood forlorn,
Petal and leaf awaited the frost,
Fallen like bitter tears to mourn
That youthful beauty forever lost!
- December 7, 2002
I was very attached to the concept of this poem when it first struck me, but I could never get the last few lines exactly right. As if you couldn't tell, it's an experiment in emulating the style of more old-fashioned poets -- I'm not sure if I ever had any specific one in mind -- in terms of theme, structure, and the occasional slant-rhyme.