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
