more rosa canina

rosa canina

they keep blooming, scattering the hedges. just before they open wide they are like cups holding a golden centre.

the first dog rose

Yesterday I saw my first dog rose (rosa canina), near the estuary at Trefdraeth/Newport. A bit of a nibble laced rose! It wasn't the first rose as the petal on the side of the road was evidence of a previous bloom.

soft pink rose

something soft dreamed of, petals to bury my face into, petals to wrap around me.

Count the Roses

Count the Roses Mary Oliver in Blue Iris

Count the roses, red and fluttering.
Count the roses, wrinkled and salt.
Each with its yellow lint at the center.
Each with its honey pooled and ready.
Do you questions that can’t be answered?
Do the stars frighten you by their heaviness
and their endless number?
Does it bother you, that mercy is difficult to
understand?
For some souls it’s easy; they lie down on the sand
and are soon asleep.
For others, the mind shivers in its glacial palace,
and won’t come.
Yes, the mind takes a long time, is otherwise occupied
than by happiness, and by deep breathing.
Now, in the distance, some bird is singing.
And now I have gathered six or seven deep red
half-opened cups of petals between my hands,
and now I have put my face against them
and now I am moving my face back and forth, slowly,
against them.
The body is not much more than two feet and a tongue.
Come to me, says the blue sky, and say the word.
And finally even the mind comes running, like a wild thing,
and lies down in the sand.
Eternity is not later, or in any unfindable place.
Roses, roses, roses, roses.

from blodeuwedd to rebirth

reconcile II...making Bloseuwedd whole.

white eggs in the snow with frozen roses, Quebec.

looking forward and back to last year

soon it will be time for the tight tangly skin ripping roses that are found in the dunes, with honey rose scented flowers that bud pink and open fully to pale white.

but I shall not be sharing them this year in the same way; bitter sweet roses?