I was walking out the front door and noticed the Mr. Lincoln rose was particularly beautiful. I used my cell phone to snap a pic. The water droplets didn’t come through as crisp as I would have liked…you can see the sheen of the droplets. This rose is a fragrant reminder of my mom’s love of roses. First generated in 1964, the rose was transplanted from my folk’s house after their deaths and the sale of their home.
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bloom
with delicate and
slow unfurling
let me savor
then, every
curl and
ruffle.
our
spring
is upon us
i’m here waiting,
an ear to your soil
and listening.
always.
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Thank you for the little things.
They take root, grow, and bloom into love.
Sun-bright.
Tuberous begonia. (If you’re curious about this particular variety, I’ve written more about it here).
Photographed by Sheryl @ Flowery Prose.
April
A holy man checks his watch
and a dogwood opens.
Spring pauses at the gate of constancy.
Strength and grace alight on wing.
Faithfulness a seed,
commitment the storms.
She gives a soft shoulder,
a lush hope.
Snapdragon and rain.
On the subject of cherry trees
They were shivering in the wind, like frightened children, so they’re a little out of focus, I’m afraid.
A Current
A warm gust that nods the heads
of little buds
that we read like tea leaves
as if luck or fate
has something to do with it.
