At Any Rate

At any rate the sunshine kissed the rose It hesitated lest the fog could impede it It waited at the striped shadow of those Tall palm trees keeping up its high spirits Until the mist in front of the rose melted Until the pink petals looked resplendent Until its aroused waves further crested It said, further cloud and frost I haven't There was still a cat chewing some bone A crow trying to snatch a piece or two The rose shone at the top of a green cone The sunshine said, I am crazy to love you Electricity flowing it crosses the bend Reaches the fragrant root of the rose Climbs to the top in madness to blend With its girlfriend and the breeze blows January 26, 2018 AT ANY RATE, IT WILL BE FAST MOVING - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward