Watch it bloom.
Watch it grow.
The pretty fragrance.
Sweet as perfume.
The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Face to the sun.
As innocent as a child.
Soft petals.
Velvet to the touch.
When will it bloom?
How long do I have to wait?
Must I wait for the snow to fall?
Go away, snow.
I’ve had enough.
No more slush.
No more ice for me.
I’m ready for spring.
I’m ready for flowers.
I’m eager to see the first buds.
The first blooms of the season.
How about one little rose?
That would be enough.
Let it bloom.
SUSANNE LEIST 
Once I found this rose I had to write about it. It puts me in the mood for spring.
Thanks, Susanne
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It’s beautiful! …..
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It’s amazing of you to share this poem – here is the main reason – I played the song roses on piano…here is the clip:
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Such beautiful music. Your fingers move so quickly across the keys like water flowing down a stream. I can almost see your fingers flowing past the keys.
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Thank you – we need to have a book together – Your golden ink and my magical fingers!
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