Writing
A Photograph | Broken Pieces | My Mother's Kitchen | Roses | Scared & Paralyzed | So Beautiful | Stones | Tasty Warm Inside | Windows
Roses
catch fire
they are illumined
but they are not consumed
How comes this color?
red burning the tips
orange rising to meet the red
yellow centers opening, opening
I look at them in wonder
they flaunt their beauty
and relish my admiration
Roses from Saija
abundance
beauty
They invite me into a world of plenty
a world without fear
I need not fear