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