Brave beautiful ravaged
yet it stood..
Tossed and blown in the strong winds
Drenched and wrenched in the torrential rains
I watch it..as it continues to stand there..
Many a days when the wind howled
And the rasping sounded familiar
I have jolted up in the middle of many nights
And involuntarily gone to check on them..
my roses in the wind..
Their petals blown inside ..strewn on the floor .
some on my chair..
I have spent many undecided moments.. wondering
If I should bring the plant inside..and protect it…
And yet…yet.. something stopped me.
Every now and then I notice..
Despite the petal bare flowers..
Or maybe because of them
New buds are showing up
Maybe taking courage
Perhaps having more faith in their own nature
Perhaps having faith in Nature
They are resilient in their vulnerability
They are beautiful in the imperfectness
They make..an otherwise gloomy day..beautiful
With the promise of life