xi (2020) (reblogged poem)

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
some tide has moved the season of a heartgrafted growth saps rose to rootscut back unseasoned years all winter harshdead wood now sparks greenbut must proceed with cautionto bud the rose anew againsuddenly all of a floribundapink and white, bothdreamtide high in blossom fullness A. H/…