U3A Writing: Into the Light
Merle Parkin's evocative poem tells of a brief but purposeful life.
Like pale hands, limp with sleep, white petals stir,
And make obeisance to the newborn sun,
Midst beaded strands of dew-wet gossamer,
Ethereal gems, by night's sojouners spun.
Yet-shaded from the sunbeams' soft embrace,
Enwrapped in coolness, clinging to the night,
Each rosebud, shyly hiding its fair face,
Waits for its portion of the warm, sweet light.
Then casting off its reticence to rear
Its lovely head, full-smiling to the day,
In brief fulfilment of its purpose fair,
It glimpses light but once, then fades away.
