The Meadow Rose

Gardens of Plenty,
stories unfold,
It's a telling for many,
from centuries ago...

I've gathered some work
from moments
I've been emboldened to clarity...
befuddlement,
in many ways,
it paints my prose.
It continues to keep me on my toes.

When it first arose,
It's hard to say
If there were a day
where it were not.

Journals I continually keep
And out they seem to seep.
Please enjoy my collection,
I know I have.

The solace they bring,
I'll continually cherish
with the aging of my cheek,
or so to speak.