Roses, roses and roses

The corner yard was where they stood. Gracious appreciation was shown in each sprouting bud. Mixed colors that depicted a RUSTIC., hand painted design. Brilliant beauty will EMANATE from each one. Roses, roses how quaint. TIMELESS is their history Joy is what it gives. Hope to the eyes of the beholder. Soft sumner winds sends petals SWIRLING to the ground. Strong storms gives the illusion of a red carpet welcome on white concrete oavement. Walking thru them leads to feelings of grandiose. Seeing bare stems to a sense of loss. Cutting them back calls for SILENCE . Loving sunlight leads to regrowth. Rain water refreshes and restores. The early morning dew helps them BLOSSOM happily. Eight words poetry contest sponsor Joseph May