“Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow."
– Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Red roses rambling over an old sandstone wall…perfect.
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”– Frances Hodgson Burnett
Though I’m unable to bear the coldest days,
My heart is eager when they put me on display,
All my buds and blooms seem like a blaze,
Vibrant hues of scarlet and cerise smile hooray!
Summer silences all my doubts about being enough.
With the sunlit reflections mirroring my soul,
There are even days when I feel like hot stuff.
It is assured that my splendor can surely console!
Melancholic when autumn calls my name,
Promising me a future without blossoms or leaves,
It won’t be very long and I’ll bow my head in shame,
My summer heart hides amid shadows as she grieves!