Fading. My favourite red roses are fading, they were the queens of my garden for a while, you can check one of them here. Now they are giving space for other flowers to shine. They are still pretty and I love the fragrance, the softness of the petals and the colours changing little by little. I hope they will bloom again, generally before the fall they show up as a farewell.
“Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.”
treasured by seven locker charms
the hidden innocence
a sacred space
each petal whispering for help
obeying no set rules
the poisoned thorns
This week’s prompt for Tanka Tuesday is synonyms only, and the words are sanctuary and follow. I’ve chosen sacred and obeying for my poem. I’m trying new syllabic forms and today I have Cinquo poem. This form consists of 5 lines: 2, 8, 6, 4, 2 and the poem should be unrhymed. I decided to write a double cinquo since I had too much to say.
The photo was taken with my Nikon. I rarely used it, but I thought this pretty rose deserved it. I’m sharing with FOTD.
Nature keeps all the beauty and fragrance for the start of the new season. This yellow rose is in my front garden, she is beautiful and has such a strong fragrance. Kindness from nature to give me a lovely rose and self-kindness from my side; Before going out and when coming back home, I pause and breathe in the wonderful perfume that it’s good for my soul. It’s a self-gift of a refreshing moment.
my front yard garden is blooming with pink english roses. these ones are a later bloomer, they start now and goes until the end of october, autumn roses! Their fragrance is wonderful, a welcoming sign for any visitor who rings the doorbell.
“Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.”
i’m proud of myself! i’ve been blogging every day for 31 days! wow! it’s so awarding to notice that i’m really doing it. i’ve though in giving up many times, in the first days, but now it is part of my routine. i love to take a photo and write few words about the photo or my mood in relation to it.
this red rose is for you, for being in this journey with me.
silence. walking and observing. it’s early morning, the dawn has just kissed goodbye, the sun is hiding behind the clouds. it’s cold, i’ve my hands in my pockets, only out for few seconds to snap this beauty. it’s worth each second. this moment is mine.