There is Something about a Rose

There is beauty in everything. I was out taking picture on December 29, 2010. I cam across a rosebush that still had roses on it. The rose bush was a great metaphor of how we are all connected, but are unique and special individuals. We have our own talents, and share them with the world. The harsh weather is like what others say and do that hurts us, whether intention or not. We put on a brave face, pretending we are not hurt until we can no longer take it. After we "go dormant" and deal with our feelings, we are ready to shed that layer and let our new, stronger self through. Holding the rose is like holding one's self; taking care and nurturing. Also it can be as though holding a mirror and looking at one's reflection. 

There is Something about a Rose

There is something about a rose that makes it so intriguing.

It brings wonder to the mind, and comfort to the heart.

Each blossom, each petal, so exquisitely crafted,

So bold and so beautiful, individual pieces of art.

All blossoms, all buds, joined together at the root,

One plant, one connection, all these flowers from one.

Sharing with each other, the nutrients from the soil,

Sharing their beauty and splendor with everyone to come.

After a long summer show of brilliantly displayed blossoms,

The rose petals curl and crinkle, becoming quite dry.

The main plant goes dormant, waiting to bloom in the spring,

But some of the blossoms, are too stubborn to die.

They stick out the winter, fully in bloom,

Too courageous, too proud, to submit to the cold.

Remaining radiant, retaining its shape,

The rose bears the frost, ever so bold.

As the year is almost over, and the snow already come,

A once red rose, is starting to turn black.

The ice and the snow, are taking its toll,

The rose realizes now, that it cannot turn back.

What is done is done, it is what it is,

The rose can no longer withstand any more

Despite the summer radiance that has come and gone,

The ever so beautiful rose is almost prettier then it was before.

Until the next year comes, and the rose is in full bloom,

Preserved by Mother Nature, the rose’s story remains untold,

The joy, the excitement, the beauty it will bring,

There is something about a rose… that I want to forever hold.