A Blue Rose
The places in this poem are all real.A Blue Rose A blue rose reclined forlornlyAmong the flagstones in my gardenFragile and sad, caught in the coldA gift from a shadowA mystery who speaks to meIf she found it or made it, she didn’t sayShe packed it most carefullyThen tossed it high to the etherOver old rounded mountainsDown to the sand hills belowWhere I caught it, I didKept it safe ever sinceIn my garden, among the flagstonesBut now I’ve moved it out hereLa...
