Citrus-y, thornless,

Rose rises

intense, even after slumber.

Between mountain mounds

shy, gray,

cuffed clouds

only come so close –

bedazzled by her beauty.


Rose cries,

‘Here! Have some of mine!’

And so she scatters,

at first sparingly

then recklessly

her gorgeous hue.

Thrilled, each cloud beams

after blushing.

Soon no rose remains for Rose,

generous to a fault.

April 2, 2012

Salt Lake City, Utah

2 thoughts on “Rose”

  1. I love this poem. Thank you for your creativity and for giving us part of yourself today. I miss you terribly….Angie

  2. Oh, Angie! Thanks so much! I forgot you were one of my “followers” –I’m so glad you liked this poem! I was waiting for the Trax (electric train) and watched the sky transform itself as the rosy sun Rose. It was so beautiful.
    Love you, my dear friend! xJen

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