A rose slowly opens
its white robust bell-shaped body blooms into red
and to look deeper and deeper into its face
as the velvety petals slowly divide
the circles form a glimpse of eternity
at the soul of the flower.
But in increments over the days
a rose slowly closes
The delicate head droops
the withering petals become slack
as curling pages of time
until only the briefest of scents linger
full of sweetness and longing.