Beach roses

And now they come, the beach roses, 

Bright harbingers of the summer to come, 

Gathering in thick, messy hedges everywhere 

To share their bold pink promises

 Of the warmth to come: like us, 

Each one unique, yet viewed in multiplicity 

 They’re really all the same:

 Rooted in the same earth, 

Craving the same water and light,

 Evolving slowly toward the next phase 

Of their existence; 

 The fruit that will inevitably emerge.