Denude a Rose One Petal at a Time
Once in summer’s end a rose garden held just one rose: a bud, afraid to bloom In her anguish to be seen, petals froze— afraid of breaking Can she die before she lived? God knows well of ashes’ death how from dust life shall return At the touch of one love petals tremble and beg —This hand— to listen to the Wind; it stopped shivering, living no trace […]