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A Dozen Red Roses
Rain pounded streets and rooftops,
catch basin remnants overflowing,
colliding with early autumn colors
streaming as gutter currents churned.
The whistle of a teakettle battled
sobs erupting from the tidy parlor.
In her misery she missed the tap at the door.
The yellow notice the man wedged into a crevice
had blown clear across the ally
before it found its way into her hand.
She would never read his telegram and with
the phone lines down, she’d not hear
the comfort of his soothing voice, if
he were to call.
Suddenly, sleet bounced merrily from the wide white ledge
beyond a Victorian window garnished with lace.
His flight would never land in this weather!
Not that it mattered if an International airliner
were to brave this storm. He’d not be coming as planned.
Never! After that quarrel?
It was over. Of this she was certain.
Oh why did I say those hurtful things…
and not the truth inside my heart?
If time would reverse, she’d tell him!
He was her world, her life, the meaning of joy.
Darkness’ light bringing peace from pain.
Covering her ears to the kettle’s screech!
Attempting to ban his face that trapped her mind,
she padded to the kitchen.
Oh haunted was she by those serious brown eyes,
tempting soft lips….
Bubbling water saturated a basket of raspberry tea
she would now set out to brew, along with memories.
On summer holiday, she’d ice it in tall frosted glasses;
They would sip and kiss with cool lips
warming faster than ice could melt
and weaken the tea…and she.
A knock at the door! Or was it the wind?
Gathering her robe tightly about her
slender waist she hurried, praying for news.
There he stood drenched from head to toe,
holding a dozen red roses, petals clustered with
droplets falling faster than tears
streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” they whispered as one then laughed,
two pensive faces drawn into grins of delight.
In moments she was in his arms, lifted from
the porch, high into the air. His skin smooth
as the scent of his cologne, lost in his eyes, she sighed.
A dozen red roses cascaded to the ground,
Settling gently upon a puddle of rain from where
her slippered feet… and she had just been swept away.
Happy Valentine’s Day !