ROSE
In
soft
garden
gently
grows
a
fragrant yellow
climbing
rose keeping company
with
daffy dandelions and lusty little lizards
solid
dry stone wall keeps safe this majestic flower perfect in her thorny bower
whispering perfumeries to autumn’s brisk breezes
slowly
discards each silk petal
to
nestle softly
in
the ground
decays
fades
gone
Memory
of a fragile essence lingers still.
Virginia
Gow
28/03/13
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