Painting by Michael Patrick Slattery, 2012
infant rose
from every petal color is shed
to wind and breath, to every
space-time movement our
efforts perceive, for each given
moment of fetal brevity tethered
to heaven's rose - the Master's
thorn - the mind's instant of
corporal beauty - for fragrance
held between fingers and blood
of each life's stem:
these, our seasons incarnate.
Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker
oh those thorns
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sharp and lovely writing.
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