Roses

Forgotten Roses, bee on Rose

How many years
had he watched them,
and how many years
had it been?

He remembers
the sunbeams
streaming through the treetops

He remembers
the green growth
enveloping the scene

But he always returns
to the patch of old roses.

In full bloom,
they look like a sunrise,
hues of orange and apricot
and peach tinted petals.

The flowers return
year after year
waiting for visitors
to see their true glory.

The once bustling farm
had long stood still,
with no human or animal
eyes to see the roses.

Who else knew of this patch?
Possibly none still alive.
The boy gone fishing
year after year
is among the only
living souls
still in
on their secret.