Ah First Flush
Older bushes that survived to spring,
Now rushing forth - a first flush fling.
First bloomer Bridal Pink going strong,
As other roses join the throng.
Reflexing back each one,
Revealing its heart to the sun,
In sudden luscious warm days,
Under glowing sun or haze.
Time for thorny ones to explode,
A riot of color around my abode.
All perfect with no bugs or disease,
Just dusted by bees and ruffled by breeze.
Though my pup Aengus sniffs their scent,
So far he’s not buds broken or bent.
Lord help him if he defiles,
What brings me joy and smiles.
M. Renee Taylor
Copyright © M. Renee Taylor | Year Posted 2019
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