This route I ply frequent,
I could envision it in a trance;
Shiny thorns ravel buds before they are ready to be plucked
Creeping plants grow close to the ground with their horizontal vines
Ladybugs flee so little; resting on colored bright petals
Seasons of disregarded mindfulness had built it into an unattractive **** fest
Yet I loved to commute along this path, it called the rarest breeds

Today I noticed a different kind of rose, It hid from the mess, but it’s modesty was noticeable
It varied from the lot I had daily seen; almost as if it flung out of another hemisphere
It had gleaming petals all around and goldfinches sang melodies to its grace
When the sun licked the ground, it cushioned it and smiled with pride
At the sun’s slumber, crystal lights from the heavens glistened it
Here, I saw my beautiful course through new lens
The thorns no longer stifled the beautiful roses and the pathways had been decluttered for new passage

It’s all I searched for on my strolls, the clumsy atmosphere had me pay it no attention
My habitual walk tuned me to visualizing this stretch
without knowing, I nearly missed a chance to notice a flowering anomaly
but today I slowed my pace and looked at it all through the eyes of my blossomed rose

O.Allyne