First blooms from my grandmother’s (and great-grandmother’s) roses
blush when bid “say cheese!”

Roses from Maine sip life from an aqua vessel.

On the day following historic tornadic activity in the South,
seeing litter where life once stood,
I find solace in quiet, still, and simplistic beauty.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
Ecclesiastes 3:11

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