happy tuesday

a rose from our yard

One Perfect Rose
by Dorothy Parker

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.


Paula McNamee said...

Love your rose photo and poem. Our roses started to bloom this weekend after some longed for sunny days.

Lisa said...

Lovely rose...we are wet wet wet here so send us some of your sun:) I had to cut mine and bring them in because they were leaning to the ground with all the rain.