Pausing from my usual busyness the other day has touched something inside of me it seems…I am not likely to get over it for a few days at least. And so a revisit with my late-blooming rose bush…<3 I hope you don’t mind. 🙂

You’re not much to look at
you know…from afar. You,
with your moth-nibbled
extremities and drying seed
pods. Soon, it will be
time to cut you
back, before the frost
settles in regularly. To
put you out of the misery
of your inevitable deflowering.
Coming to the end of one’s
season is not pretty and yet…
as I draw near I realize
you still have a bit of flash
and sass left in you. A few
more stunning songs to sing,
one last story to tell…
the audacity of a late
bloomer, past prime, impassioned
electric life coursing through
your veins, albeit more slowly.

I suppose I could learn a thing
or two from you if I stopped
long enough to notice. You…
and your haughty flash of
crimson stopping me
in my tracks…you had me
at first spring’s bud,
you know. I agree, it
would be rude of me
to ignore you through
your last blooming.

~ kat ~ 4 November 2015