Gathering Wild Roses

Post date: May 20, 2009 6:19:51 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.