In porch pots,
invested down the lawn,
ending it,
just now firing up,
splayed on the trellis,
open all the way,
the same and every day new.
Posts Tagged pink rose
Full bloom along every wall.
Jun 18
A quick circuit of the house
all the ripeness newly sprung,
no special effort required,
lean in and click.
Some are done and disassembling,
theme and variations,
every foot,
all the way around
but wait,
each one perfection of its kind,
from bud to bloom
yet each lovelier than the last.
Soul washed, and eyes washed,
in the rising gyer of another circuit.