Roses In the Wild
Foraging through the firry forest
I came upon roses in the wild,
not the elusive morel I sought,
but roses, pink, mauve, cerise, and scarlet.
They raised their velvety, flushed heads
as if to encourage my caress.
Fragrance, so tantalizing, wafted
as I tenderly stroked their grandeur.
I sat awhile and marveled in them
before continuing on my studied way.
A delightful respite from my mark
that will remain within my memories –
extraordinary elegance
of the uncommon roses in the wild.
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