Poetry

Rose Garden.tch c2019(6).SAV

Growing Roses

My roses stand together

like a cackle of old women.

Each tries to out adorn the other,

smiles with beauty,

but hurts with thorns.

Move them a part from each other,

they might die and wither.

My roses stand together

like a cackle of old women.

 

Have a great holiday weekend and thank you for visiting today!

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons¬†¬† c2019

A WordPress.com Website.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: