Sweetbrier rose
sends sweetness
to my soul

In the shadow
of the night
it grows
In deep
darkness
It's fragrance
falls upon
my soul

In the garden
of darkness
Where depression
often grows
The fragrance
of the rose
fills up
my soul

As sometimes
my sorrow
grows
within the shadows
that pass over
my soul
With only
the essence
of the
sweetbrier rose
Lingering
in my
soul.

By Weeping willow
(c)2012