Roses for my City of Roses
My apartment perches
Atop its tier of four
Where I look out into the
Treetops that surround me.
In winter when the branches
Are bare and sere and twin
In color to the leaden sky,
They still are beautiful to see.
The longest and the coldest
Of the three autumns I have
Passed here, the rainiest and
Grayest I have yet endured,
Will in the end be only water
For my City of Roses
Beautifully said. I could almost look out your windows at the view. Thank you for posting. 8?)
Thank you, Frank. It’s cloudy today (big surprise) and looking out the window at 3:20 p.m., it seems so much later. In three weeks the days will start to get longer again and I’ll be glad. I’m also glad right now that you liked my poem.
Beautiful poem Melody! And I like your new layout. Very cozy and Christmas like, especially with the snowfall.
Thank you, Alex. I love the snowflakes, too. It’s a feature WordPress offers every year at this time.
Well you’ll never have to be concerned about having enough water for the roses on the West Coast.
Theresa, when I arrived here, at the end of January, 2009, and in spite of their having had a short, heavy spell of winter and snow, the rosebushes in the breezeway of our complex were still green, just as they’re green now. It’s a good tradeoff, as far as I’m concerned!
My roses at our previous home bloomed from April till mid December. I sometimes want to drive back by to see if the new owners kept my rose bush. It was twenty-one years old and would grow to the second story and produce the loveliest long-stemmed pink flowers. I do miss it!
Theresa, I hear you. I used to own a home in Southern MD. We put in more trees than any of our neighbors, and the last time I was by there, it looked amazing. What a long time ago it seems now.