More Words of Love

​The connection between love and flowers goes back millenia. I think of it as poesy and posie.  Actually the word 'anthology' derives from ancient Greek: anthologia, from anthos ‘flower’ + -logia ‘collection’ (from legein ‘gather’). So here is my small  collection of ‘flowers’ of verse, spanning medieval Persia, Victorian England, and modern day San Francisco Bay Area.

My love, you are closer to me than myself…
You shine through my eyes,

Your light is brighter than the Moon…
Step into the garden so all the flowers…
Even the tall poplar can kneel before your beauty…
​Rumi

Roses
​You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush.  Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. 
​They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
George Eliot

​Late noon
Red plump tears hang from dusty vines 
odd-sized edible jewels swaying 
like lovers’ promises softly to a private tune
©Linda Foley

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