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Life and roses…a poem

roses start out
as seeds
they
put down
roots
and
if their roots
are allowed
to survive
they flourish
and
eventually
produce a bud

wrapped tightly
the bud
feel the warmth
of the sun
and begin to unfurl
reaching for the
light

petals
soft
and beautiful
continue to open
inviting bees
to visit and
joyfully
soaking up the
sunlight

until
finally
their edges
begin to curl
and turn
brown
their soft
petals
still beautiful
begin to grow
limp and rest
delicately
upon each other

and so
they fade
retaining
their joy
but
becoming tired
their stems
weakening

still admired
touched by
those who
can see
their
aging glory
their beauty
continues to
change
until
the very end

but many flowers
are beaten
trod upon
or torn
from the soil
before their roots
can
take hold
before their
small bud
can open

abused
and fearful
they remain
tight
their tiny
soft petals
dying
before
ever opening

people do that to
beauty
to
flowers
and to each other
they do it
because
they can
and because they are
filled with
hatred
no light
shines from
them

 

Roses, a poem

Rose, Flower, Blossom, Bloom, Bloom

the roses pushed
and shoved
at each other
their petals
overlapping
as they tried
to make room
for the new buds
starting to open

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All three of these different colored roses were on the same stem…

Stages of life…

Roses

Two days ago…

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The last of the roses at the Chicago Botanic Garden.

It was 24 degrees last night.  When I woke up all my flowers were limp and hanging over their pots.  They lasted longer than usual but I always hate to see them go.

This is Chicago, it’s November 16th…roses are blooming…tomorrow it’s going to be 70 degrees. It’s going to snow this weekend. But, for right now, we are 30 degrees above normal. But hey, no climate change to worry about.

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Roses…

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Chicago Botanic Garden

Roses…

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Roses…

Chicago Botanic Garden

Some roses grow…one to a stem…others grow in clumps.  I like this group because they are so close together and represent different stages of growth.

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Last of the roses

Last of the roses

Season is over

Blooming in the huge rose garden is just about over.  The flowers are gone or decaying.  Still lovely but fall is pushing them out.

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