A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
“A sepal, petal, and a thorn” (19) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
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ancient fortress:
tree grows through cracks;
the tree will win.

pink blossom drops
in still morning air
beside a quiet lake.

spherical blooms,
arrayed like planets,
bees zip through.

Jacarandas bloom:
thousands of miles from home,
but no less purple.