Slowly Comes A Rose

It takes work -

a steady and demanding

nurturance

not afraid to show up -

daily.  

Incrementally but fully

giving attention to

the stems, 

to the soil, to the buds.

Watering freely

with patience and

no reserve.

A less than occasional scent

wafting up 

to feed the soul

for all your troubles.

Beauty requires a constant 

hand, a continual heart and

a routine soul.

Then, 

slowly comes 

the rose.

Rapturous,

but slowly.

And, 

too soon

is gone.  But,

rapturous.

This poem of mine is perfectly paired with a piece by Local Artist MALCOLM CORLEY entitled “THE ROSE”.  Malcolm is 22 years old. Malcolm’s painting is used with permission and may be seen amid his full collection at: MALCOLMSTILES.com Malcolm's Tiles

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