FullSizeRenderI want to like them.
These roses.
The sixty plus elegant bushes
that we adopted when we moved into this home.
But I don’t.
Try as I might
I can’t find the passion
for carefully cultivating their soil
or delicately pruning their branches.
FullSizeRender-3I confess to cheering
as mid-summer beetles
have made more than one bush their home.
I long for a yard full of color–
a little bit wild and unkempt.
Try though I might
I can’t pretend any longer
My heart and yard were made
for something
a little bit wild and unkempt.