Skeleton of a Rose



I was walking down one of the beautiful garden lined streets

in Queen Anne when quite suddenly,

just a few feet in front of me,

all of the petals on this rose fell in a pink shimmer to the grass.

There was no wind, no blast from a car –

just a rose who knew that it was time.

I stopped and admired all the beauty, so thankful to have

been there at that exact time.