My Dublin Bay roses bloom every spring capturing my heart. This year they seem so profound that I had to write a poem about them. I dropped my shovel, and my pruners and ran inside to do just that so as not to loose my inspiration.
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The Color of My Roses
In late spring their blooms bid me
hello and farewell several times a day
my Dublin Bay roses that climb
the walkway arbor
a red, so delicious, so powerful
they command my attention
reaching deep in my passings
Crimson, carmine, call it what you will
this red
the color of passion, sin , life, of death
this red
the color of shame, of pain
the color of the blood in my veins
this red
that captures the eye of the hummingbird
that warns the prey of the predator
this red
the color of royalty, and courage
this red
the color of love
All of this in
this red
of the roses that climb
the walkway arbor
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By Alanna Pass 