One that got away

rose, originally uploaded by the view from in here.

The deer around here like to eat my rose bush. This is one that got away. It's an old, heritage rose. I haven't been able to find it's name so far.

From Blossoms (excerpt)

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee