Transitions
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
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. 🙂 )
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!
The beauty of the rose and the words are magnificent! Thanks for sharing your gifts, Rae. I love this and am touched.
A beautiful rose, Rae. 🙂
Thank you!
Another exquisite image…what a old-soul rose!…and accompanying poem, Rae!