A Poet's Haven

standing there

posed so true

her finery

at ankle’s depth

glistening in dew

hand now wet

layer depths

unfolded scents

memories unfold

from closed eyes

moments shared

stored in bytes

of scented beauty

in naked beauty

#rose, #flower, #scent

On a morning bike ride, I came across an old rose bush still in bloom,

stripped of leaves and yet still in bloom,

we had a heavy frost that morning. June 5, 2021