I remember a summer evening
when you brought me roses,
full-blown, blowzy,
stolen from a neighbour’s garden.I laughed,
and listened to your promises
as you crushed the falling petals
underfoot.
Originally published in The Coffee House, Issue 10, 2003.
The old poem is included mainly as accompaniment to the photo, which I wanted to include to add some colour to the page after a number of fairly wordy posts. However, now I’m here and on the subject of roses…
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When wondering what to put as the post title to accompany this photo, I did a quick search for quotations about roses and came across this, attributed to J M Barrie:
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
I also found this by George Herbert:
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
That would have been a lovely quote for this morning, when I took the picture, but we’re now in the middle of a torrential storm, with thunder and lightning and a minor gale blowing.
Something tells me those roses won’t look so lovely tomorrow, so perhaps God gave me memory so I might have roses on San Isidro.
(In fact my comments about the weather are no longer accurate at the time of posting – the storm took out the internet connection, so I’m posting this a bit later when it’s abated a bit and ‘normal service’ seems to have been resumed.)
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