For the Rose

For the Rose

The petals are soft and pretty and light
Such a beautiful sight!
With fragrances and stems and thorns
That amid the rain produce frowns
In the Garden
And when the dew falls here and the night is cold, the Rose… she folds
There’s none to soothe her so she cowers under the covers.

The petals are bold and vibrant and lush
Have a glowing blush!
With hues and shades and tones
That in the evening cause groans
In the Garden
And when the dew falls here and the night is cold, the Rose… she sings
The bells around her ring so she shuts her ears to drown her fears

The petals are radiant and attractive and demure
What a splendid view!
With curves and swings and verve
That to others are too much to serve
In the Garden
And when the dew falls here and the night is cold, the Rose… she droops
She bends and stoops the aura feels weird
So she tries to rest for she’s tired

The petals are tender and still and real
Hold a poignant appeal!
With stains and cuts and bruises
That through the night give shivers
In the Garden
And when the dew falls here and the night is cold, the Rose… she’s hidden
About her is a prison all around her is pitch black and she’s cast down low in the dark.

Written by Rosemond Dinard-Gordon
(C) July 2022