Below the crowns of the chestnut trees,
the city's Volksgarten park was still slumbering
in deep morning shade
when I happened upon this scene:
There, beyond the rows of chestnut trees and rose benches,
the early morning sun had just begun to illuminate
row upon row of tree roses in full bloom.
The sight was so enchanting,
it literally took my breath away!
On my side of the park,
the sun was finding her way
under the chestnut trees.
I seemed to hear her sly laugh,
no one was going to stop her
from kissing the roses eventually!
On the other side of the rose garden,
the sun had already succeeded
to wrap her rays around all of her roses
at lightening speed.
A rose is a rose is a rose,
Gertrude Stein was right,
and more so in early morning light.
These three ladies agreed,
walking with their heads turned,
mesmerized by the beauty of it all.
See this lady
literally stealing away
as the roses reach after her?
They are singing their silent Sirene song,
imploring her to stay and linger
a while longer.
And this, my friends,
was only the beginning!
More of my little rose tale
Photographed by Merisi
in the Volksgarten's
May 29, 2009