A Rose

A woody perennial  Tender blossoms red, as wine  Petals soft like feathers, gentle , quite divine One, two, sit side by side  Standing with contentment, even pride The glistening sun beams brightly  On every bud, lightly giving sun- kissed love Each silky , heavenly fragranced , mother nature arm Embraces her stigma & stamens as if they are her young Slowly opening up, as if shy Configuring into a beautiful ruby chalice She looks to the sky in full awareness  As the bee retrieves pollen as to a baby to a Mother's breast She who seems to bare no imperfections  Nurturing, wise with a delicate complexion Complex qualities, a dual natured creation She who is beautiful , by nature Has thorns to defend her from treacherous danger  Bloodshed with a prick of a prickly torn A small incesion , nothing of a cruel decision  A woody perennial once seemed so sweet Do not mistake her, she is not weak