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
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
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