My cousin gave roses to me today…so beautiful.
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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
the roses pushed
and shoved
at each other
their petals
overlapping
as they tried
to make room
for the new buds
starting to open
Two days ago…
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.
Roses…
Chicago Botanic Garden
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.
Rethinking Life 
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on September 25, 2021