The Blooming Rose

by | Jul 26, 1995

The bud blossoms into a beautiful flower

It’s spring aroma fills the air

The lush and delicate rose is so beautiful,

that it sparkles in the rising sun

Nothing on earth can compare with it’s graceful beauty

Like everything, the exquisite flower only has

a limited existence on this earth

The cold and bitter winter wipes away what once was

a fragile and delicate thing

All is not lost, the cycle begins again.

— Dedicated to Freda Kumorowski —