England’s Rose
No longer in the first flush
blush red with splashes of cream,
at center a golden heart to draw
the bees. When my spines hook
you, take me tenderly with care
enjoy my honeyed essence.
Petals open wide, drink in sunlight
temptation bids you trace my curves
always a little wild I’ll ramble
tumble around you and flourish
with your support. I rise mature
red and fruitful with rosehips.
Gael Bage
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