Roses, George Eliot, minor poet, and Haiku.

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

The greatest novelist in the English language – maybe. Not the greatest poet – in one textbook called a minor poet. But when she got it right she could capture in a poem those same human longings and dreams, frustrations and hopes, that add such texture to her novels.

I quote this poem for no other reason than I like roses, I like the poem, and clearly, George Eliot liked roses as well! Oh, and there are still roses in our back garden despite the snow that fell earlier this week.

Inspired a Haiku:

White capped red rose bud,

snowflakes on fragile petals,

summer meets winter.