Miracle In The Redhead's Garden

The lustrous, wondrous, gorgeous rose,
Blooms, regardless of who might notice
The spot where it so quietly grows,
The flower, unseen, un-smelled, still retains
The sweet perfume its petals enclose,
Waiting for the visit by a honey bee.
Or, perhaps, the approach of a nose
Belonging to someone stopped by
The blossom's pure beauty, I suppose...

(Photograph By Bryan Moyers)