A Small Life

I lead a small life,

unremarkable,

mundane
some would say,

and yet,

within it's confines,

each and every day,
a thousand miracles
come my way.

The Month of Roses

June
is the month of roses here,

when all the landscape 
gives way

to romance.

In the last weeks of May

every wild roadside,

every field's fence line

is tangled 
with wild rose

and honeysuckle,

their scent sweetening the air

and whispering

"June is coming!"

June's first days 
bring a blooming.

Every garden,

whether ordered and perfect

or tangled and cottage-y

boasts at least

a rose 
or two.

From bowered climbers

to tiny floribundas
clustered sweetly together,

From perfect 
tea roses

to blousy, 
perfume-y, 
old-fashioned darlings,

From sleek elegance

to girly ruffles,

they reach,

with sweet scents

and thorny fingers

and draw us in

with reminders 

of summer,

of romance,

of beauty,

of love.