Rose That Unfolds Slowly

In the beginning she was a seed- then a vine, and a bud

She still grows

Later, she will be as a rose, unfolding its petals

Slowly, one by one

Afraid of the sun.

She reaches out timidly, creeping, creeping, along.

Terrified of the End:

When she'll have to fall, leaving behind

A tired life

She's begun to open now;

Each petal a different color- a different memory

Deepest Scarlet Red

Palest Pink of Dawn

A White of Blushing Hues

Yellow Summer Hazes

Blue Mist on the Mountains

Firelight Orange

Grandmother's Lavender

The Rose That Unfolds Slowly: Takes in Many Things