Couldn’t resist having another look at Ronovan’s prompt. Here is a trio for the collection.
Many years growing
the child unfolds, rose petals
each new day brings hope.
Each year the roses
their perfumed flowers unfold
a new joy each one.
New life rises—spring
dancing in the wind—year’s end
spear points pierce cold ground.
Beautiful Jane! 😊
Thanks Ritu 🙂
It’s beautiful how you’ve compared like to a flower! Love it! 🙂
Thank you! I’m so glad you liked the analogy 🙂
Beautiful. The picture is delicious–especially at this time of year.
Thanks! I took a photo of our first rose of the year but it came out fuzzy.