Tuesday, 10 June 2014

A Storm of Roses


Here are my roses, warmed by sunshine.


The pale pink rose that scrambles against the fence
and the wild rose that falls in cascades from next door.


The blowsy pink rose draped in the apple tree,
the shell pink rose growing through Canterbury Bells.


Lush petals, bright stamens, sweet fragrance,
I walk up and down, trying to fix the memory
of this quiet garden before the rain.


In time the memory will blur and I will forget
the day, and the rain, and the names of the roses
but this is how it was on that June afternoon.

8 comments:

  1. rose scented memories x

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  2. They are beautiful. I can almost smell them....

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  3. Don't you just love roses - what's not to love.

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  4. AnonymousJune 10, 2014

    Lovely poem

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  5. lovely. just one thing...
    so much pink
    where's the yellow?
    ;^)

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