Spring - you came to me
a budding miniature rose bush
with a deep red hue that
holds
dew drops between her petals
your natural radiant beauty
that
showered me with delicate
buds
bringing me happiness for days
to my surprise coming one
last time
a single miniature rose bud
for me
to entwine with grateful joy
snow to put you to sleep
resting safely
until the following Spring
and then you
will peek again through the
soil -
structure of miniature love
- Rhoda Galgiani
Free Verse Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern - It sounds like natural speech - It tells a story or paints a picture - It uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings - It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph - It must make sense to the reader…rg