Garden Rose
a poem from summer mornings
In a narrow border at the front of the house, I have planted a miniature rose bush. It is now covered in great trusses of small, red roses, brilliant and fragrant.
To a Rose Outside My Window
Red rose growing just outside my window—
Petals all aswirl in crimson velvet,
Half a hundred blooms to meet the morning—
Greet me as you greet the summer sunshine
For I…
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