White Roses Like Brothers

The second white rose of summer
Has appeared on our rose bush, 
Smaller than the first… like little  
And big brothers dancing          
In warming late spring breezes    

They seem to relish raindrops when   
They come and splash upon their   
White petals in breezes blowing  
And dance upon their sprigs,   
Awaiting more roses’ bloom.   

I just can’t wait until our tree     
Has blossomed all its roses…
What a day that will be to see  
All those roses swaying   
On our beautiful rose tree.

W.C.Hull © 2020-7-6-WCH19-WCH1-19
W.C.Hull © 2020-7-6-H1447-2557-I52-
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Deo Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 6:08 AM
WCH, i loved it the moment you personified roses. lovely nature scenes, & green fingers there. Mind if i correct spelling: pedals for bicycles and PETALS for flowers?
Hull Avatar
December 19, 2021 at 6:30 AM
Thank you for your notations in spelling. Appreciate it very much. All the best. W.C.Hull
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