My Grandma's Roses Poem by Holly Jamestone

A harem of blooms unjealous
Sharing a holiday with the sun
Fortuitous for all beneath
His outstretched golden arms

Drinking in his rays and
Frolicking with sun-drenched cheeks
Tangled yet calm
Their love affair so fluid

Abbreviated days cool and crisp
Gradually beckon the blossoms
To seasonally shed their skirts
Yet none of them will shiver

Crunchy gold cloaks eventually
Scatter ‘neath citrus backlit skies
While season's hushed whispers
Give way to stillness and slumber

When the shift later changes hands
The white beaded quilts relent
And lay crying in their beds
While curious rosebuds wait and watch

The wrens awaken these lazing belles
A yawning horizon comes to life
As they rendezvous with their solar mate
And sport their new spring wardrobes

In Loving Memory of
Grandma M. Irene Hurley
[1901-1981]

(10-26-2002)
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