Who would name
the rose a mess?
A pink and hopeful
scattering of petals
not quite the same
as the rest.
Here a chill dwarfed a leaf
there a bee misstepped.
We scrape past thorns
to find one bloom
not quite the same
as the rest.
Who would name
the rose a mess?
A pink and hopeful
scattering of petals
not quite the same
as the rest.
Here a chill dwarfed a leaf
there a bee misstepped.
We scrape past thorns
to find one bloom
not quite the same
as the rest.
I listen to
the leaf bud
uncurl.
The simple sound
of time passing.