'Miniature Rose' Poem by Tom Billsborough

This bush of red roses.
Ten feet tall,
Sweeps down to the ground,
Like a ball gown it swirls,
Sequined with diamante,
Of white jasmine flowers,
Sharp as the eyes of elves!
Dress fit for the Goddess
To whom I surrender,
My glorious Madonna.
And beyond the green meadows,
The organ pipes rising
And the rooks taking flight
Like a raucous young choir.
This is my church, cathedral
And chapter. I am immersed,
Am conscious as water.
My senses are flowing
And my faith is in Nature.