It had rained, rained, rained
then turned
cold, cold, cold.
then turned
cold, cold, cold.
When the sun broke through
our garden was filled
with Sugar Roses.
with Sugar Roses.
How Perfectly
by favorite poet, Mary Oliver
How perfectly
and neatly
opens the pink rose
this bright morning,
the sun warm
on my shoulders,
its heat
on the opening petals
Possibly
it is the smallest,
the least important event
at this moment
in the whole world.
Yet I stand there,
utterly happy.
The rewards for the endless rain! Beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! What a sweet little poem. I was just thinking this morning how I need to incorporate more poetry into my life. I sure do miss you and your lovely outlook on life.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful, Sharon. Thank you for finding this treasure and sharing with us. :)
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