Summer Rose

A man who could make one rose…would be

 accounted most wonderful; 

yet God scatters countless such flowers around us!

 His gifts are so infinite that we do not see them. 

Martin Luther

Summer Rose

  by Elece Hollis

Late in the heat of July, 

Having feasted on spring eye candy

Flowers everywhere––daffodils, peonies,

Having our souls filled up with sunshine 

With bright festival zinnias and daisies,

Having been feted with fireworks

Having taken a stroll on the beach, 

Seen the seagulls wheeling in the bright sky,

Having filled our tummies with fresh tomatoes

With peaches warm from the trees

Dazed by the heat and full up 

With wonder we hurry past

The sweet little roses and never stop

To smell them.