I never noticed
I never knew
the rose bush in spring
until…
I stopped
noticed
lingered
then…
I came to know
the glory of growing
leaves, red, shining in spring sun
I came to know
the rose bush
before the roses
I never noticed
I never knew
the rose bush in spring
until…
I stopped
noticed
lingered
then…
I came to know
the glory of growing
leaves, red, shining in spring sun
I came to know
the rose bush
before the roses
Take a look at your hydrangeas…Adi looked at ours this weekend and said, “hey mom! We’re growing Brussels sprouts!” Getting to know our plants- there is so much beauty and wonder in noticing at all stages. I’ll have to go out and notice our roses tomorrow.
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This has me thinking, noticing, and wondering. It’s a lot like teaching, really. We have to pay attention to our children before they become roses. We have to admire that beautiful process of becoming.
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The perfect example of slice of life writing; a moment of time noticing on paper.
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What s lovely poem. Makes me want to go and smell my roses. It’s all about slowing things down.
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Love the image you’re painting in this poem. I’ll have to do more noticing.
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Really liked your poem!
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I’ve been noticing the same things on our dog walks by the harbor. I’m glad you took the time to put it into verse. Rose bushes are incredible in those pre-bloom days.
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