Last Winter shortly after moving in the village I found myself carrying a macro lens and photographed an old Rose bush I had known in the past to produce lovely blooms. I photographed the gnarly stems against the snow
Casting Out Loud
I endured the thorns and winters bite
you took my hat
put up a fight
a tear in my eye
makes blurry sight
until today when you caught the light
I always knew you would be Beautiful ❤️
