As your petals wilt
And slowly fail
I am reminded of your full beauty.
Although sad to see them fall,
growth requires pruning.
Your branches present naked of flowers,
Your leaves are green,
glowing in the sunlight.
Capable of raking flesh,
your thorns scratch gently.
You are my rose.
growth requires pruning...sad but true fact and then there will be fruits..
ReplyDelete"Would a rose by any other name smell as sweet?"
ReplyDeleteGreat Write Ned.