Rose Meadow


Piercing the sunrise with demanding thorns
Risking the gentle for the rainfall’s nurturing kiss,
Falling over the crimson, the soft tangerine and pink
Echoing the whispers of wind’s turbulent thoughts,
Whisking away the grief and the lost hopes…
Remembering the peaceful discovered in the hearts
Brought into the laughing dreams of those who see
The fragile feelings blowing in the rose meadow,
Where every rose believes in the sun’s shining grace,
The light that rouses every flower’s prickly face.



Rose Meadow Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
April 17, 2023

appreciationbeautifulbeautyflowerinspirationfree verse

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