My shadow fell across a rose:
Within its open folds
Of orange petals I put my nose -
The sweetness of its scent
Filled my head
And truly quenched
My sense of smell and curiosity.
A solitary apricot rose
It stood out in the greenery
Of my small garden,
Edged with high hedges,
An empyrean, and hidden.
July 2011.
Copyright by D. J. Brennan, Derbyshire.