by Joanne Troppello
I see the shadow of the rose,
the light shielded.
Dark petals, the color of dried blood
wrap around and around.
Forming a bud.
Under shadows the stem is black,
pointed thorns prick harder.
The shadow rests over the rose,
hovering, uncertain if
it should stay.
Bent slightly, I can’t tell if the rose
droops from the weight
of the shadow or from tiny dew
drops beading each
Swish! Calls the voice in the wind,
blowing the cloud
from the sun, sending the shadow
on its way.
Sun and wind breathe, breathe
into the rose, crimson bud rises
upright, dew falls to the ground.
© Joanne Troppello
About the Poet
Joanne Troppello is an author, writer, and poet. She is the publisher of the online Christian lifestyle magazine, Mustard Seed Sentinel.
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