Could it be considered
A kind of death
This melting of ice

This shape in a mold
Quickened by heat
Into liquid escape

Subject to weight
The fast run downhill
The settle and seep

And inevitable peril
Of dying again
As vaporous mist

Moist, like a breath
And betrayed
By the coming cold

6 thoughts on “Transitions

  1. bardessdmdenton April 19, 2012 / 12:25 PM

    Another exquisite image…what a old-soul rose!…and accompanying poem, Rae!

  2. mike585 April 11, 2012 / 8:47 AM

    A beautiful rose, Rae. 🙂

  3. Jeanette Gallagher April 10, 2012 / 11:15 PM

    The beauty of the rose and the words are magnificent! Thanks for sharing your gifts, Rae. I love this and am touched.

  4. Betty Hayes Albright April 10, 2012 / 10:34 PM

    Rae, this is beautifully written, and it’s a great metaphor – the transitions of ice to water to vapor.
    (And is that a Peace Rose? Looks like the one in my yard. 🙂 )

    • Rae Spencer April 10, 2012 / 10:55 PM

      I always called this rose “Coral”. I didn’t know its real name, so made one up. “Coral” seemed to fit. It died a few years ago, and I really miss it. Maybe I’ll go look at Peace Roses this weekend!

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