by James Vasquez, Spokane WA
Your effervescent crimson hue
More deeply glows than reddest wine,
And shames the angry sunset at
The end of day and light’s decline.
When with the gift the giver calls,
A lass finds pleasure and is charmed,
With but a look at the bouquet,
Affections and kind thoughts are warmed.
And crushed, your petals yield their life
While balm suffuses all the place,
Then some mysterious force befalls,
As men irenic thoughts embrace.
Nostalgic mem’ries are aroused,
With merest mention of your name,
For some, of loves now sadly lost,
For some a love yet bright aflame.
Your image ’cross the arts is known,
As rosette carvings oft are found,
Or blazoned on some prized effect,
Regard displaying most profound.
No brighter ruby ever shone
Within a silvered brooch or ring,
Beyond recital, your appeal,
Or any tribute we might bring.
Unmatched mongst peers or flowery kin,
Who ventures not your fame to sing?
Your color, fragrance, silken tone,
Beholden to a vibrant Spring.
’Tis but a rose, as some have said,
But oh! What depth in that one word!
A burst of light for darkened days,
When hearts most needf’ly are bestirred.