Rose Garden
it’s the 4th
hour
again
I can hear
the rain
falling
the sound of it
wakes me
and lulls me
to sleep
it’s been a week
of rain
sheets of it
I pull the curtain back
and listen
the ground is saturated
with salt
a good day for mushrooms
and bulbs
but not pinecones
they clam up
like a turtle in its shell
wonder where the birds go
when it rains this hard
supposed to be an early spring
my favorite time of year
when everything’s in bloom
love is in the air
go to any grocery store
and it’s there
a pop-up rose garden
marked up on Wednesday
reduced by Thursday
dead in the vase
before March
it’s been a year already
turning the corner
the road ahead
untraveled
we’re all searching for something
shuffling stuff
around
trying to figure out the best
placement
what to keep
what to throw out
it’s subjective
do you cut the rose
or leave it
be
TL