A rose goes dormant
As Fall turns into Winter
Thorns still showing
No buds appearing
Smell of Fall in the air
Bulbs on the vine appear
With April's rain
Hint of color will emerge
Warmth of the Sun
Nurtures that inside
Rupturing the bulb
A rose comes alive
Senses are heightened
From its sweet nectar
Beckoning bees to come
To taste dew from its petals
Love is that rose
Nourished by its thorns
Soaking up the Sun and rain
Surging through its vines
rain drops rolled down And the petals became wet bees collects honey as sun drains the mist and roses makes the symbols of love and life
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Wonderful poem with a lovely portrayal of nature which gets its colour and fragrance from love all around. Thanks for sharing the poem.... @@@....Love is that rose / Soaking up the Sun and rain