Thursday, March 1, 2018

Letter to dead roses



Dear Dead Roses,


Don't dance just yet
This warmth and sheen of gold
is just false spring
in the middle of winter season

Shake off those dead fur  
and your thorns-
they have lost their sting-

Don't fidget and sigh
spring will be here soon
garnishing green thumbs 
and roaring with the ocean
of rain   

Forget your old lovers,
and burrow deep beneath your darkness -
your seeds are counting bees 
your roots are raking new soil

Pure beauty
you are, flowering in sun's abundance

Sleep well in the perfume of snow.



Your Neighbors,

Quarreling Squirrels


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - We are writing letters today.  MTB is hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Pub doors open at 3 pm.  Thanks for the visit.

18 comments:

  1. Love those squirrels in the end... such a pleasant surprise when we are waiting for spring... here is so chillingly cold at the moment... deepest winter we've seen so far this year.

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  2. I love the squirrels too. Smiles. Love the lines "Your seeds are counting bees / your roots are raking new soil."

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  3. It makes me wonder if plants have any anxiety about a false spring.

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  4. Your squirrels have cheered me up, Grace! I'm shivering because of the battle between the snow and the storm outside, feeling like one of the dead roses.
    I love the call not to fidget and sigh and the reminder that spring will soon be here. But I have been metaphorically burrowing, having not been out further than the back door for the past few days!


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  5. This is one of your best Grace. the poem is beautiful and so full of incredible images and lines. "Sleep well in the perfume of snow". I love this line.

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  6. How cool to address your letter to dead roses. Very creative spin, Grace.

    This is my favorite part:
    "roaring with the ocean
    of rain
    Forget your old lovers"

    Sheesh, this is gorgeous:
    "Pure beauty
    you are, flowering in sun's abundance
    Sleep well in the perfume of snow."

    I was actually picturing a girl talking to all the dead, dried, upside-down rose bouquets given to her by boys over the years. This has me picturing them coming back to life when spring arrives. The squirrels kind of throw me, but I'm just picturing them looking through the window at the walls, talking to the dead flowers about to rise up and walk, so to speak.

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  7. haha squirrels are sure out and about here, not practicing what they preach I guess.

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  8. I've battled squirrels for a few years now over my "squirrel proof" bird feeders. A few days of warm sun and so many little sprouts are fooled. Let's hope they survive a few more weeks of cold...

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  9. It looks like winter is still here as another snowstorm rolls in tonight after a few days of warmth. I sense a false spring.

    This warmth and sheen of gold
    is just false spring
    in the middle of winter season

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  10. I love nature's internal memo. Squirrels and roses planning the coming year.

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  11. Seeds counting bees. Love this. Signs of early Spring this past week here, but this morning, snow.

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  12. My local squirrels keep trying to dig up the rooted sticks waiting for spring...I hope the plants will survive the search for food...

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  13. I love the correspondence between dead roses and feisty little squirrels! We really do need patience for Spring in our area and it does like to tease us each year before it's grand entrance.

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  14. I like the idea that the squirrels are talking to the roses who are waiting to wake--counting the bees. :)

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  15. This is so sweet, deep and fun when you reveal who the letter is from!

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  16. Those pesky squirrels! Beautiful poem, with a killer ending.

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  17. The word crafting in this is magical. Luv the squirrels!

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