Poem: Roses in Bloom

Roses in bloom, a crimson sigh,
Whispers of summer beneath the sky.
Petals unfold with morning grace,
Soft as a lover’s warm embrace.

Each dewdrop clings like secret tears,
Holding the hush of forgotten years.
Thorns may guard with silent pride,
Yet beauty will not choose to hide.

In golden light, they sway and gleam,
The stuff of memory, hope, and dream.
A quiet fire, a breath, a tune—
The world stands still for roses in bloom.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie