There's a space between my curtains from  which I gazed out
I see a few tree branches nearly bare of leaves now
Turned brown waiting to drop to the ground
I go out to walk in the crisp air.....crunching sound
Beneath my feet

The sky is grey today as I look about
Greys and browns, crunching sounds, cool air
Blowing my hair and the scarf I wear
I look towards the lake .....waves cresting
On rocks they beat

Ah! What do I see as I walk....a rose bush
Red contrast against the browns and greys
I bend to smell it's fragrance a cold wind
Lifts the fragrance to fill my soul
A scent so sweet

That space between my curtains from which I gazed out
Has been the finest invitation received
To
     Stop
              And
                    Smell
                              The
                                   Roses


 

Jane Noponen Perinacci