A Rose’s Interlude

Sometimes sharpness produces rose petals

A path along a journey
Thistles along the way
A prickly way of scratches
Thristles of colors too pretty for gloom


Steely and rigid beneath the colors
Grey and dreary along the trail
A parting walk sideways
A journey into each new hour


A path into still minutes escapes into time past
Straight to sideways voyaging bent
A journey without choice
Shun the howls escape the raven prey


Choices undiluted into two
Forward to turning back
Squelch the vine or scream
Climb ahead or crawl away


Bottom to summit a petaled surprise