Gather Ye Rosebuds…

100_3978 smRunning late

After a hard day,

Back aching,

Dinner to be made,

Laundry to be folded.


I stood at the kitchen sink

Washing the dishes that I didn’t have time to wash

After lunch.


Outside the window

A bloom danced in the breeze.

A rose

Frothy pink.



Like wine I wished I had time to enjoy.

There were more, I knew

Out of sight.


I left the dishes,

Dried my hands.


Dinner would have to wait.


Scissors in hand, I abandoned my work

To gather roses.