A Beautiful Mess

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.

One Small Poem

I listen to
the leaf bud
uncurl.

The simple sound
of time passing.