Once upon a summer evening, I wandered into my rose garden and discovered that each blossom bore a different kind of sensory beauty in the dark—
Night Roses
Night roses are better
than day blossoms—
unable to dazzle with
petal frill and flush,
sunlit senses must trade
eye light for the silk-soft
brush of shape in the dark,
perfume stirred sweet
by evening shadows,
and the quiet flutter
of flower bodies in time
with the twinkle
of starlight.
A snatch of pink shade and moonless clouds . . .
Source:
“Night Roses.” (October 2024). Northern Narratives. 58.
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