My Roses Are Coming In

by Irene Daniel


I gaze out my window where

   My backyard comes alive with

Peach and plum trees,

   Branches barren just days ago

Now show-off little green leaves;
  
   And white and pink blossoms

Adorn these arboreal arms.


And those little green bumps

   Just bursting onto the scene

Are becoming sweet peaches,

   White and yellow,

And juicy red plums;

The makings of a summer cobbler.


The orange blossoms are nearly gone;

   Their sweet white petals

Still perfume the place

   As they lay wilting on the ground.

The harvest of oranges and lemons

   Is not yet quite complete,

As various shades of green compete

   For the sunlight.


Birds and other critters scurry about

   And a beautiful Monarch flutters by

Among the bougainvillea

   Red and purple.


And my rose bushes --

   Thorny, naked nubs against the cold

   Just weeks ago --

Are now pregnant.

   Buds of bulging beauty

Are about to explode

   In red and pink and yellow.

My Roses are coming in!



A new cycle does begin;

  My roses are coming in.