First Rose of Summer

Fiery concoction

Velvet petals, Nature’s womb

First rose of summer


Wipe the Sweat From Your Brow

Wipe the sweat from your brow,

Unfold the grimace from your stance;

You don’t need to work now

To earn what natural romance

Has freely bestowed

Upon the fairness of your frame.

You are, as I know,

A rose by any other name…


Are you aware of your impermanence?

Don’t you realize how soon you will be brown?

Do you care that your heart’s residence

Wears so temporary a crown?

Aren’t you afraid of your mortality,

Which stretches itself so taut?

Or do you simply live to bloom as well

As ever a rosebud ought?