a rose is a rose

here in the north, spring is the most expectant season, summer the most lush, autumn the most showy, and winter the most dramatic. winter with its slant light, long shadows, and black and white contrast, asks me to stop, look closely, and notice the details. notice the the zigzagging stems, the deep pink next-year buds, the flaxen yellow leaves. see. this too is rose.

wild rose stems