A minute poem (yes, I know) for the Secret Keeper’s weekly word prompt. The words to use:
OPEN | STRANGE | TASTE | FRESH | TENDER
The flower opens with the dawn,
Never a thorn,
Fresh dew spangled,
Sunlight tangled.
Perfume scatters on the sea breeze,
Tender rose trees,
Raining petals,
Beauty settles.
In this strange wind from the tide line,
I taste the brine,
The roses falling,
Your love palling.