Just before dawn the roses appear
white, ghosts of the blooms I know
them to be, then blush pink as day

I catch such moments, fresh and
personal, like fish you catch on
your own hook when you are nine,
to admire the colours glistening
on the line.

Julian O’Dea

2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on November 21, 2019 at 12:37 am

    I especially liked the fish reference.


  2. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on December 7, 2019 at 12:26 pm

    Brunette! I think she is a national treasure. Her name is Zara.


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