blossoms
gone to hips
still reaching for the sun
Old Rose
My Darling Rose
wild grows
my perennial love
her precious winter bloom
Swimming In Air
rose hips
octopuses
a garden masquerade
The Hereafter
the bloom
after the petal bloom
twice born rose
Hear the Unspoken
rose hips and hydrangea
having weathered the winter
articulate grace under pressure
Armament
a lace of thorns
such fierce protection
the wild rose grows