
My garden rose blooms,
to keep brilliant bees buzzing—
somewhere a heart bleeds.

My garden rose blooms,
to keep brilliant bees buzzing—
somewhere a heart bleeds.

Flowers on the edge:
waiting to burst into song,
dancing into spring.

Head bowed solemnly;
an existential crisis
overwhelms a rose.

Raindrops on roses,
clearing skies, shiny rainbows,
pollen flies; spring-ing.

Weatherbeaten peach
grooving to the wind’s rhythms:
graceful elder tree.