Roses of Memory

rose (The Alnwick Rose) and a bee, image © the author

Roses of memory,
I pray you remember
The days of sunlight,
The hours of fragrance,
Your petals unclasped
To my face.

You and the sun and me,
It was just we three
And perhaps a bee
With pollen-brushed knee —
Our comrade, she —
And the sun and you and me.

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Lyric poet. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.💗POM-poet💗

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