thought about this rose all day …
a winter dream is about to wake … the frost its blanket the rain its glass cathedral lake … abide by the winter snow it’s time has come to grow
the pollen temptress petals its folly to workers on six knees … last autumn’s sorrow sending a buzz thru hives and trees … its skin color implies a hearts devotion intent … what’s being saved is already well spent
and when it unfurls vulnerable the sorrow in remission … a blind faith tunnel vision … as fragile as the life it had led … what might be considered wilting … is preparing for the next plane of living …
for its the love that comes from its giving
love for the giving
the rose
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inspired by Marian Krezanoski. post in facebook
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