THERE ARE ROSES

I wrote this poem 4 years ago - decided to post it again, so I could add some pictures I took today . . . 

THERE ARE ROSES

There are roses
And then, 
There are ROSES

What lies in store?

Roses the same
Roses that bore
Roses in color
But roses galore

Raised in a shelter
All tall and stiff
Bred to be uniform
Not for their whiff 

We don’t know their names
Nobody can tell
Just red, pink, or white,
Yellow, dusty or pale

They work in a pinch
Or, in times of cold
So buy if you must,
For I will not scold

"A rose is a rose is a rose"
Who coined that plum?
One with no eyes?
A nose that was numb?

What’s in the garden?

ROSES unique
ROSES sublime
Some are compact
Some of them climb

All of them vary
In color and stem
A rainbow of hues
And we can name them

Betty Boop, Angel Face
Burning Desire
Dream Weaver, Joseph’s Coat
Voodoo, The Squire

Butterscotch, Carrot Top
Fisherman’s Friend
Midas Touch, Symphony
Mister Lincoln

Colors like Brandy
Brass, Crimson, and Flame
Apricot, Stainless Steel
Part of their name

What IS that smell?

Some of them sweet
Some of them spicy
Scents on the air
And NONE of them dicey

Get on one knee
Or bend at your waist
Put your nose close,
But don’t be in haste

Draw in the aroma – 
Your eyes, they will close,
For nothing on earth 
Is quite like the ROSE!

So go to the nursery
Look for a name
Take your FRIEND home
You won’t be the same

Choose the right spot
And with merry and mirth
You’ll get out a spade 
And dig in the earth

And as life keeps you busy
There is something I know,
With your ROSES out there –
To the garden you’ll go!

My friend - Joseph's Coat - changes from yellow to orange to red!

My friends are coming out to play and delight!