The Day the Roses Bloom

Just outside my kitchen window,

there is a rose bush that the previous owners

left on the back deck when we moved here.

I pretty much ignore it and forget about it

until one day I look out the window

while I'm loading the dishwasher 

and see the most beautiful roses blooming

despite the fact that it is totally negelected.

The day that the roses bloom is 

always a shock to me

but I'm always so happy to see them

stretching and yawning awake.

It's adds a little cheer to my chores

in the kitchen.

Thank God for flowers

that aren't dependent on me to stay alive.

I have a black thumb,

the thumb of death.

Here's the sunflowers

sitting on my old dirty windowsill 

that I was determined to nurture.

Yup, they're dead.

Sorry little Sunflowers

but it's kind of your fault

for not being roses.