Rose
I have a rose
a special rose
whose petals bloom
in shades of white
for her heart is pure,
to the crimson of enduring love.
Her stems have no thorns.
As near to perfect as a rose can be
with blossoms full blown
and budding heads held high
she’s a friend to treasure,
cherished and admired
by all who know her beauty.
Friends In My Garden is the name of my first book, a collection of poems about people in my life depicted as birds, flowers, trees and other things that you find in a garden. Many of you have copies, but for those who don’t and who have asked to see my poems, here is the first of forty that I will post over the coming weeks. Please keep watching and please share them with your friends.
Friendly flowers in my garden
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship is like a garden.
I throw seeds around and wait.
Sometimes a special flower appears
not flamboyant not pushy
quietly, softly it opens petals,
its beauty and gentleness
give joy to my soul.
For a while it disappears
as flowers do,
Each year I wait for my tulips to appear.
in its absence I feel a loss
but as time approaches for its return
I look for it every day
and rejoice in its welcome back.
You are like that flower
my friend.