Poetry

Dried

by

Joshua Jones

Yellow rose without life
does not relinquish its beauty
as petals become paper
pigments change from sun to sunset
the fragility commands distance
as the setting beckons.
In the frosted leaded glass
the sands of the past solidify
dawn-tinted stained imperfect grains
hold the thorny bent dry stem.
As the leaves sharpen to points
the glass contains the rose and sand
as sunshine highlights the death
when beauty intensifies post bloom.