I pressed my nose and inhaled deeply

The scent filled my head and made me swoon. 

Heady fragrant but with notes almost fleeting, 

Reminders of times gone by 

My fingers traced the velvet curve of petals edge, 

Each one nestled into the other with a centre hidden   

Sharp thorns protecting the soft downy beauty a the end of each

slender stem 

My eyes flicked over the bloom entranced by the last drop of dew 

Slowly evaporating in the morning light. 

Colours diluted at the tips, saturated in the centre. 

A bee buzzed, attracted by the heady scent and promise of sweetness 

Deep inside 

Thwarted by the tightly furled petals it moved to 

Nearby blousy blooms, 

Already past their glory to revel in the nectar of 

Roses in June