‘Rose Window’ and Other Poetry by Robert Walton The Society January 26, 2015 Beauty, Poetry Rose Window Firs at sunset cast golden geometries As myriad needles swarm like bees And burst into sun-kindled flame – A rose window without its frame. Falun Dafa Fingers curved like willow stems, Dancers bow before killers’ blows, Soldiers whose helmets bear red stars Soldiers whose eyes rage red stars – Over brown stones, bright blood flows From fingers curved like stems. Far Snows Wind in pines is with me Singing life’s small harmony With melt-waters and ice – Only senses now suffice. Sunlight glints on peaks black and torn, On blue snows where wind was born. Cock-robin on a branch nearby Awaits my smile before he’ll fly. Robert Walton is a writer, educator, and poet living in California. Featured Image: Nidaros Cathedral, Trondheim NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.