Fate of the wild rose

wild rose

Fragrant flower
           of the earth
supple mineral mistress
           that rises up
out of the cold-blown
           loveless dust

The burst bud
           from which
the petals unfold
           seeking nothing
but admiration
            ignorant of the thorns
she bears
or pale-white
           her most emblematic
colours : time
           her most mortal enemy
           her greatest fear

John Lyons


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