Blood flower

Roses to be

deeply beautifully seething

slowly gaining ascension

culminating in pinnacles

of scarlet profusion

 

eager to taste 

the dewy dawn of  first day

thornily snaking through the interwoven lattices

 

slenderly, sinously meandering

seeking the fullness

of Summers honey toned light

 

requiring only the care

of loving green fingers

to help prolong their alliance

with the life givings of the sun and the rain