Autumn Rose
A shoveled heart
And planted hands,
The endless years of
Love for the land,
Pruning growth
And raking up
Around the roots,
Are just rewards.
Proud thoughts,
Seeds and soil,
The sap of love,
All in patience, toil.
The autumn rose, there
In my heart she grows.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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