December Rose

My roses
have become rose
she said.
Solid hips that carry
and roll
smile and
enjoy that west wind.
My mystery is blunter now
I’m resistant
to frost
I make good tea
she said
full of vitamin C
and the kick of autumn.

I remember
having petals.
They dripped heavy
with the salty desire
of passers-by
flung my way
longing to dissolve
to sweet.

We roses fear laying
that burden down
not knowing
not knowing
that our petals are
prom dress celebrations
of a fruit
that is yet to come.

My roses,
she said,
have become
And that’s
where the
sweetness is.

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This work by Miriam Axel-Lute is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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