The roses in my garden still shine.
Often I look out the window and find someone smelling
them or taking a picture on their phone.
the Spring and into the Autumn.
Touched by the sun.
As I have shared before, the rose garden near my house.
Others also delight in the garden of roses.
"I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there."