The yellow rose bush
Bloomed in our backyard today.
It also began to bloom one year ago.
On the day my wife passed away.
It is a strange synchronicity
That my wife and my father
Both passed on the sixth of June.
Seven years apart.
I planted this rose in 2002,
Twenty-one years ago.
It has been a faithful companion.
The first rose to bloom every spring.
It has always been
The last harbinger of spring.
In anticipation of what
Summer is soon to bring.
YOU ARE READING
Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
