wild roses

summer came so slowly, i thought it would never arrive. then in an instant it threw itself at me through the window; a warm wind and a sudden outburst of bird song and green leaves.

I fear their petals will be like thorns.
I fear their beauty is more than I can bare.

living and loosing, such is the way of a wild rose. in anticipation of spring, a prayer in every broken branch. make out of me a burning bush... I long for love returning