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Gathering Wild Roses

posted May 20, 2009, 11:19 AM by David Storlie   [ updated Feb 17, 2015, 7:57 PM ]

While gathering wild roses
I search for ones whose poses
prove delicate and fine

while leaves have finished withering
their stems lie fruitless until spring
when Nature takes her time.

Potted plants can't settle
the craving for a petal
surpassing natural selection

and vines may offer pity
but winding is too witty
to glean them serious mention.

A rosebush doesn't compromise.
For those patient and wise enough
to tender them perrenially

receive a beauty that returns
as frequently as ferns
but crowns it's buds like royalty.

I found a rose in bleakness
trembling with the grimace
of a blushing sepal torn

and with this rose of roses
my embrace once softly closes
closes on her thorns.