Red Roses

I thought the roses would never bloom,

But now they could fill a room.

Their fragrance fills the air

As at these red roses I stare.

Wonderful sight to behold

Of these roses stories are told.

The red ones catch my eye

Like the stars in the sky.

Softly they caress the stem

Long before they are trimmed.

The thorns may prick my finger,

But to me there is no danger.

So beautiful just standing in the vase

Their wonder you cannot erase.

Each spring I can hardly wait

To see the red roses at the gate!

Written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©