Petals in February
In quiet bloom, the roses lean, Toward skies of peach and golden sheen. Soft whispers curl in blushing hue, A garden’s breath, both old and new. The stems remember summer’s grace, Yet winter paints a gentler face. Each leaf a lullaby of green, Each bud a hope, not yet seen. So let the petals fall like thought, Not perfect — just the joy they brought. A canvas made of light and air, Where beauty lingers everywhere.
