Monday, August 6, 2012

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas;

Symphonie des roses;

Iceberg roses/my garden;

This the  rose
In winter white;
Low shadows cast and pause
On golden heart, 
 fragrance hovers
slowly breaks apart. 
Silently waiting for summer’s sun;
Stretching, yearning
Frosty white petals shiver, 
silently  bow
 All it’s scent and allure
 lost and done
Golden heart still aglow.  

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses. (Ovid)

©Text/Photos TS


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  2. I hope you dont mind me borrowing this are an old soul....your granddaughter is very I take it you read Rilke too? I am the prickly thorn...