Creative reverie with the old rose

Years ago, we carefully uprooted several shrubs to create more grazing for the alpacas.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t decide where to replant them, so they stayed in their temporary home. And became overgrown.

Humbled. Each year I am awed by the resilience of the rose and blessed by their wild beauty.

THE OLD ROSE

Where does it take you,

the scent, I mean. ?

Who does it remind you of, ?

this gorgeous blush

of delicate pinkness

and intoxicating remembrance

of someplace else.

Or are we so busy

we cannot dream

and enter the creative

reverie of half-light.

Carry this smile with you. ?

It is more precious

than a thousand answers.

For from it, roses bloom.

+ Sue Heatherington

Pause. See differently. Re-story ??

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