ROSES

I came back after five days away to find that the roses in my garden have started to bloom. It’s a bit of a cliché for poets to write about roses, but I couldn’t resist:

Roses

night rain
makes spring
swim into the air

at dawn
I fall into the garden
to witness

and feel
its wet breath
everywhere

then in the corner
like a dream
exploded

the roses
have bloomed
naked

but for droplets
of cloud
loving them

they move
to touch
my skin

the scent
does its work within
and like the roses

I become
irresistibly
alive

 

– Gideon Heugh