The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.
DAMASCENA - The Tale of Roses and RumiHad any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
The Forgotten GardenAccursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
Frankenstein...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
A Familiar Rain...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
A Familiar RainWhen teenagers aren’t turning like weathervanes in a high wind, they’re as stiff as Puritans.
Full Dark, No StarsWe turned into each other’s best excuse for not doing the things we were afraid of.
The Gravity of Birds