First flush

Roses from my garden

First flush

Like new love

the first roses

seem the sweetest

That first flush

of colour and scent

matching the twang

Our heartstrings

beating frantically

with new love

Rapturously circling

our brain and heart

with wonder

(This poem was inspired by the first bowl of roses from my garden this year, pictured above!)

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