any symmetry to be found in the Public Gardens
Trimmed to within an inch,
celtic-knotted box-thorn mazes.
Amazing too the cactus,
how prettily arranged
the protective killer vest
with its zig-zag jag of pinch-proof prickles.
The open hearts of velvet roses
are apparent, their petals in turn, cool
then warm, to the touch, their perfume
in the sun inviting us to drink
-in this moment before any sting
of frost settles to darken days.
We succumb to the beauty
of the roses, remembering
what is there in order
to protect the flower;
making sure we do not forget;
the existence of thorns.
Kay McKenzie Cooke