Roses and Rose Bushes

The gardener understands
for love to flower
one needs to say goodbye
as much as one says hello.

Good-bye to this last beautiful red rose;
and in the coming springs perhaps
this rose bush will again thrive; or
perhaps a new rose bush will come to life,
giving beautiful flowers of golden yellow.

Not knowing which,
the gardener understands,
and tends to the rose garden
that holds no flowers.
The garden is no more a song and dance,
yet it is quiet and empty.
Inevitability

Our dreams come alive
in the changing sands of time.