Meditation on a Sonoma County Rose - Larry Kenneth Potts

[Larry Robinson]

Meditation on a Sonoma County Rose

 
In February I'd tended to her rising buds
 
and took only what she would give me.
 
Then stepping back for a moment
 
I stared long at her bare arms
 
reaching skyward in solemn promise.
 
 
Already, her awakening spoke of Spring,
 
remembering deep roots, warm soil,
 
a blue and future sky.
 
 
Not until the first of  May were my attentions
 
rewarded full circle:
 
ecstatic and irresistable,
 
one delirously pink vortex burst open,
 
sweeping me away
 
in whispered crescendos of
 
perfumed applause.
 
 
	- Larry Kenneth Potts