in celebration of ordinary days
picked from your mother’s yard
you would bring them often
and for no particular reason
Yellow Roses
Is A Rose
every petal unfurled
a painting in itself
the bud a well of color
We Adore Her
primrose
the first rose
our maiden of May
Late Bloomer
appreciated
all the more
this rose in November
The Thorn, The Leaf And Then The Rose
the thorns eternal
and budding leaves
enduring faith in the rose
To Brighten The Day
petals like silk
scent of spice
the rose-lipped carnation
Respite With Roses
climbing the trellis
the rose
makes its way to heaven
Flowering Sunset
the night
unfurls herself
like a rose
Two Red Feathers
the wild rose takes flight
her last bloom
red feathers
Dawning Rose
she opens
lightening and brightening
expanding into the whole of the day
Ways Of Being Chosen
to be picked by the eye
rather than the hand
is to be held in
an admiration of reverence
Old Rose
blossoms
gone to hips
still reaching for the sun
As One
October rose
basked in the sun
I basked in her beauty
Spectacle Of The New Day
morning rose
the sky
in full bloom
Rose Interior
rain drops gather
on the inner sanctum
of beauty
The Green Rose
like a siren
calling to spring
bringing blossoms into being
They Remember Youth
the old rose
and the old barn
share an elegance of aging
Worth
the spent rose
her value in beauty
undiminished
Cousins
like the cabbage rose
so blooms
the wood rose
Blue Only At The Edges
anomaly
of the blue diamond
a new perfection
The Past, The Present, The Future
the garden’s rose bouquet
holding and offering the blooms of
yesterday, today and tomorrow
It Was The Thorns
the small pink rose
shed
two tiny tears
Protection
last year’s thorns
guard
this year’s growth
She Persists
the celebratory nature
of the garden persists
despite winter’s imposed dormancy
The Other Cabbage Rose
paradox of the purple bloom
petals holding both
snow and sun
Depth Of Bloom
lit
from within
soul of the rose
Guilelessness
all of beauty’s
every sustenance
in the simple rose
So Succulent A Rose
all growth
is a flowering
this is joy
Praise
upon a tree
a lichen rose
praise to anything that grows
Gradation
the subtle shift
from hue to hue
comes quietly like insight