NEW POETRY
My roses waltzed in the gusting breeze
Partnered by their shadows created
By the low-angled sun
Unseasonably warm for March
Which has slighted the gardens
of the rain due them
Saturated colors and pungent perfume
A return for the care showered on them
Irrigation I furtively give
Despite the drought
Their cousins the apple trees
Also load the breeze
With offerings of curtains of petals
Curtains tapering like arms of stars
In the Milky Way
Each petal softer than a breath
Do roses recognize the gardener?
Do they know the character
of all the snipping and clipping
while painful brings new growth?
Do we?
Julia Piehler has published in technical journals and compendia during a high-tech career. Her work spanned many job functions. Throughout her career she has collected bouquets of stories that will appeal to the general reader. She was educated at Harvard and Stanford where she specialized in geochemistry.
