Behind The Hawthorn

It peeks
from behind the hawthorn
with serenity it glows,  
abundantly bright
a radiant red staring  
directly off to the sun
 
pristine it's pull
calling out  
a romantic prose
 
winds dance within
this her rose
stirring and stunning
insurmountable
seduction at hand
 
daylight bows to her  
shadows tantalize
 
slowly moving  
in and out
of sight
 
long before  
the beds are full
her delicate bud
excitingly blooms