by John Lars Zwerenz
THE COUNTESS
The liveries of spring rejoice
In the rural plains, in the urban streets.
A gaze of wonder softly greets
A lover's face, as he hears her voice.
She is of the meadows, where scented breezes sigh.
With her eyes, her dusky rubies, she easily entrances,
As he drowns in them, where the sunlight dances.
She is humble in every aspect, as she passes slowly by.
She walks in grace, with a canonized tread.
She is modest in her dress, of a scarlet hue.
Her wake is of a symphony, of a deep, azure blue.
She holds him in her bands, with each word that is said,
For she speaks in song with her lips of the rose.
And she blesses every bower, as her petals unclose.
John Lars Zwerenz
From:
Visionary Wanderings by John Lars Zwerenz
Copyright ©:
2012
Last updated November 28, 2015