I see the hand of God in the fashioning of a rose,
The skill and knowledge of the craftsman shows,
Each petal lovingly dipped in vibrant hues
Before wrapped into a bud that’s tightly fused,
Around each stem arranged the thorns protective,
Guards the treasure in a defense collective,
Then sprinkled with a heady, sweet essence
To intoxicate and entice the senses.
Will bloom come gentle springtime’s warming breath
Into brief, glorious beauty before kissed by wilting death.
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For watercolor practice, I’ve been going rose by rose through Smith & Hawkin’s 100 English Roses for the American Garden.