Life Cycle

Rose of senses,
like maple syrup in springtime
fragrant, temptress,
a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower
until spent with no petals
to surround the wounded nucleus

Trees weep with you,
as petal by petal you are torn down,
of smell, color
a reaching branch of thorns,
waits, to prick,
at the blind suitor

The suitor that cuts, but brings back life to you.
© 12 minutes ago, Denise A White love • sad • hope • pain • nature