Winter Sunset

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Roses in the sky,
  Roses in the sea
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses
  Take my heart and me.

God was good to make,
  This December weather,
All this sky a rose-garden,
  Rose and fire together.

To the East are burning
  Roses in a garden,
Roses in a rosy field,
  Hesper for their warden.

Yonder to the West
  Roses all afire,
Mirror now some rare splendid
  Rose of their desire.

Pulsing deeper, deeper,
  Waves of fire throb on,
Never were such red roses
  At sunset or dawn.

Roses on the hills,
  Roses in the hollow,
Roses on the wet hedges,
In the shining fallow.

West wind, blow and blow!
  That has blown ajar
Gates of God's great rose-garden,
  Where His Angels are,

Gathering up the rose-leaves
  For a shower of roses
On the night the Lord Babe
  His sweet eye uncloses.

All the sky is scarlet
  Flaming on the azure.
O, there's fire in Heaven
  My heart aches with pleasure.

Leagues of rose and scarlet,
  Roses red as blood:
All the world's a rose-garden.
  God is good, is good.

© Katharine Tynan