Vintage roses bloom
by Elouise
A gutter babbles
Outside my window
Steady and earnest
Sound of water’s
Erratic counterpoint
Splashes on tires
Snowflakes
Fat and sluggish
Drift from heaven
There’s a chill
In the air today
Invasive and bracing
Soaking through
Layers of clothes
And long woolen mittens
Music dances
Inside my heart
Vintage roses bloom
Happy Monday to each of you!
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 December 2019
Vintage Roses wallpaper found at apkpure.com
Telling the Truth 
Your poem and the picture reminds me of a Hospice patient I visited who painted large rose bushes on her barn -like shed. Then pin the depths of winter days with deep snows on the ground she could look out her kitchen window and see the large red and pink roses blooming.
As she weakened her family remembered her habit of retreating to the attic as the sunbeams pierced through upstairs windows. Little did her 2 daughters know she had many many paintings in her small studio in the secluded space in her attic. They were outstanding pieces that the girls photographed and catalogued before dispersing them to friends and buyers. The one piece was a self-portrait of her in the backyard tending the garden. it now hangs in “The Gatehouse” an inpatient unit at the Divine Providence Hospital UPMC Susquehanna.
What a great source of joy and memory.
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Hi, David. I love this story! What a remarkably creative woman. Thanks so much for sharing these pieces of her last days. 🙏🏻
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The music dancing in your heart, and the beautiful roses, made me sigh and smile.
Thank you, Elouise!
There is an old quote, I’m trying to remember…it is something like “God gave us memory so we might have roses in December.” J.M. Barrie
We must remember the roses when life is as harsh as a cold, windy, snowy winter night.
HUGS!!! 🙂
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