A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn –
A flask of Dew – A Bee or two –
A Breeze – a caper in the trees –
And I’m a Rose! — A Rose by Emily Dickinson
I know why poets write
about the gentle rose;
I can get lost in the layers
of those petals, the roll
and curl of veined silk
that takes us deeper
and deeper in. There
are whole worlds hidden
in the cool ribbons
holding the lingering
fragrance, a gift only
the rose can give.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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