Sunday, February 5, 2017

Little old-fashioned roses

Little old-fashioned roses, long since without a name,
and the arbor on which they grow is the perfect way to frame
these troubled thoughts we pose, and then so wisely prune away,
not to tame, or blame, but to deeply love their gentle,
wild way with us, who in our blushing, blessèd,
thorny differences, are the very same,
we surely may proclaim
in love,


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