The Rose Poem by Helen Wilson

Pink petals pouting prettily
Upon a slender stem.
Polished, perky petals with a
Neatly scalloped hem.

Elegantly poised professing
Hope and love in tandom.
Perfection faintly perfumed,
Purposefully random.

Surprise its pleasure multiplies,
Alone a burst of colour,
Simplicity its signature
Its passage one of valour.

Appreciate but do not pluck
The rose a-ringed by litter.
The price for parting pomp from place
Is infinitely bitter.