the night garden

there is no rest for the wicked/weary/wred wroses.


when i left the house yesterday morning, this tree rose seemed to be sleeping, buds furled tight against the overcast sky.


this morning, in the dark of early morning, when i went out onto the porch to pick up the paper (i know, how ‘old media’ of me) it was apparent to me that they had spent the night out partying and were just getting back in, petals pulled back, a bit dishabille, as one can be after a night out on the town. i stepped back into the house, quietly closing the door behind me, not wanting to disturb their slumber of recovery.


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