The roses are
holding their breath
Trembling petals brush
the velvet cheek
Blushing pride
shock and wonder
I am wanted
like a favorite shirt
comforting book
glistening cold drink
I relax into you
like a cosy chair
at the cabin
warm in front of the rusty
smell of cedar on the fire
and the rose exhales
opens its arms
Photo credit: Joyce Rempel
