Copper Rose Poem by Holmes Jim

In my quiet peaceful shop,
I forge pedals for a flower's top,
Copper trimmed with trusty shears,
Skills borrowed from a past career,

Pieces crafted from the heart,
Finely wrought, metal parts,
Aging hands amid determined will,
Shaping pieces with revived skill,

Annealed, filed, then quick hammer blows,
Copper textured for a metallic rose,
Scorched metal cooled and burnished bright,
A flower sculped well into the night,

Melted solder holds pedals fast,
To a stem of copper, chosen to last,
Leaves folded, twisted and bent,
Developing this bloom, is an artistic event,

From scraps of copper, a rose is born,
Pruned and refined until it's suitably adorned,
Handcrafted with love, this flower grows,
A gift for my wife, a copper rose.