The Morcam Amphitheater of Roses

 

1.

First Visit 

After a long time indoors

 

 

It is November and the sun is dim

 

 

Yet there are plenty of roses still

 

 

Deep peace abides here

 

A young lady savors the mild Fall weather

It was wide open

 

 

 Forgive the cat-fancy 

but I met truly a grand fellow

 

 

We were instantly best friends

Love at first sight, you might say

 

 

 

We'll always have the roses of November to help us to remember

Haven't seen him since

though I talked to lady who knew his story

So long my friend, fare thee well

November 2020

2. 

Inklings of Spring

 

 

 

 

 The green grass is thrilling 

 

I join the social distance 

Outdoors again at last 

 

 

In February when it blossoms  

A warm day in late winter behooves all walks of life

This guy was bouncing sideways up and down the steps

Reading the tablet of an ancient future

Skybound again

 as one lives a long time

 the desire grows 

to go up to heaven

 

What in tarnation?

 

 

 

A little pirate I suppose only that, 

others can see it too I would hope

 

 

 

 

All too soon time has passed 

and one climbs down again

 from the heights

That urge to merge with sky I mentioned

February 2021

3.

Another day of peace

 during Lent

 

Deep green grass with redwoods

 

 

 

 

 

At the gate

 

 

 

Wisteria is here

So are the earliest roses

 Another lifetime resumes in the garden

Emerging from the hillside 

Profound color

Down the hill I await my bus back home 

across Grand Avenue from this magnificent tree

March 2021

4.

In Rose-laden May

The Rose Garden calls me from afar

Up the hill backward again

Can you find the honeybee?

They thrive here

 Sturdy Iris

Bees are busy elsewhere

 and other pollinators don't seem to visit

We reach the horizon

Roses and joy available to the public at no fee

 As long as you don't abuse the guidelines

I shall only do so very briefly

And so bountiful are the rewards

Young fellow rode his bike over the hilltop

As I left I saw him heading for further hills of precipitous Piedmont

O Rose mystical emblem of inner life

Coming down is never a come down 

I bring the elevation and the environs with me as I go

Memories are like misty roses

sliding inexorably into the psast

into one's own shadow

Roses of every kind

 piled up to the sky

Casual wonder neverendling

4 May 2021