Night Roses

A poem found a home! My mother passed away before she ever saw a single one of my poems in print, but I will always be grateful that she nurtured my love of lyric ink. 

 Night Roses

 Night roses are better

than day blossoms—

unable to dazzle with

petal frill and flush,

sunlit senses must trade

eye light for the silk-soft

brush of shape in the dark,

perfume stirred sweet

by evening shadows,

and the quiet flutter

of flower bodies in time

with the twinkle

of starlight.

 

*Originally published in Northern Narratives 2024, p. 58.