Stop and Smell the Roses
I long for thornless roses
with days of lingering peace
where trials are no longer present
for they have bid defeat
But if I stop and smell the roses
that bloom between the thorns
I find within these pauses
my strength’s fully restored
And in my arbor of roses
I’ve noticed a thing or two
the roses without thorns
aren’t as sweet, aren’t as true.
Wendy ❀ 2015
The flower cluster pictured above
is from a rose I thought was wild.
Its thorny branches appeared within a perennial border
alongside my potting shed,
despite my efforts to remove it.
The same thing happened with the one in this picture.
This is a wild rose and not quite as fragrant as the other one.
My attempts to eradicate them failed.
And I’m glad.
If it wasn’t for my busyness…
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