Love Rose

Love blossoms in every life, however brief.
Each layer holds a new gift:
satin moons parted with trembling hands
release whispers of fragrance
to tendril gently
‘round the trellis of your soul.

Drink deep of the scent, my blessed one.
Dance beneath petal showers
in summer’s velvet shade;
hum reverent odes into silken folds
as hearts flower.

Know that
sickness and health
and life
and death
have other plans.
For Nature will bring night,
and storm,
and autumns’ chill
to steal love’s blush.

As hearts fade,
Sink into grief's healing rain, my beautiful son.
Chant your mourning song
to winter’s fragile radiance.
Burrow in earth’s crocheted cocoon
awaiting light’s return.

However brief, life blooms in every love.
Each spring, strong hands caress silten mounds.
As fresh tendrils
Stretch wistful for the trellis
your soul captures the gift:
the fragrant essence of a budding heart.




For Johnathen, inspired by Bette Midler’s “The Rose”

(My first non-rhyming poem. Advice and critique sought.)