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The Weight of Roses After Rain
When winter rains dampen terra firma
Earthy petrichor perfume fills sultry air
I wander out to my untamed garden
To see what surprises there awaits
Wildflower seeds have sprouted up
Breaking through rich sandy loam
Lavender spikes burgeoning forth
Reaching for now absent sun
But for me there is nothing much sweeter
Than the heavy scent of roses after rain
With fragrant petals tenderly weeping
From feeling all humanity’s pain
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
earthweal Open Link Weekend #48
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Love the smell of rose after rains. The last para is awesome.
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Thank you kindly.
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My pleasure 🙂
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I love an untamed garden and the last stanza is perfect. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”!
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Thank you!
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I love the scent of a garden after rain. Linda, especially an untamed one – mine is wild too. I could smell the rain-soaked roses in your lines.
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Thank you Kim.
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Can a fragrant lusciousness also burden with the bittersweet? Thanks for showing us! – Brendan
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Thank you Brendan.
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That closing stanza squeezes my heart. The sweetness of roses after rain, then the tears for humanity’s pain. Awesome, Linda!
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Thank you Sherry.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I could smell the roses after the rain as I read this. And the idea of them ‘tenderly weeping
From feeling all humanity’s pain’ is so very poignant. I think nature forgives us our sins as we continue to trespass against her.
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