She Dreamed Herself A Rose

One summer evening

the kind where the breeze blows through

open windows

and

white sheers dance a hypnotic dance…

she dreamed a dream

moon peeking

eyes squinting

blue-black sky

star splattered canvas

lulling her

to the never-never place

tree branch scritch-scritching

the roof

night time melody

toad symphony

wait

shh.

eyes heavy

satisfied,

gently squeezing tight

shutting out the day

and dancing curtains

her body still

window sill

witness

as she took root from seed and grew

small

but unafraid

ever reaching

upward

toward light

unseen

but still known

trusting the light

budding

blooming

blossoming full

she became the rose

awakened to morning

dew kisses –

she dreamed herself a rose

and became the beautiful flower

glorious

radiant

bringing smiles

and joy

to all who

came into her presence

and in her season

she was known

to have grown

from the small

skyward

from earth

into the unknown

all the way

to Heaven.

Linking with:
dVerse Poets Pub

and Wordless Wednesday (for my Rose pic- but with words!)

Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is the author of Journaling for Discovery and Delight. Her writing is included in several anthologies and her poems have been included in the Wickford Poetry and Art Exhibit and Books. Dawn is currently working on her next book. Inquiries at dawn.paoletta@gmail.com View more posts

5 thoughts on “She Dreamed Herself A Rose”

love that last stanza….dreamed herself a rose and grew to heaven…there is magic in it…but also hope…and i think it comes back to what we dream of ourselves…how we see ourselves makes all the difference…

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