Blushing Rose

I love how even in the dying days of its summer beauty my white “iceberg” rose looks almost like it’s blushing…

It reaches up from the fresh dew of this Cornish morning with petalled swansong to dance its head among the passing clouds.

As if to say…let me play for just one more day. Let me stay a while in this heavenly scented moment…?

By Debbie Geraghty

Hailing from Scotland and now living in Cornwall, UK. A window gazing lover of river and clouds. A visual storyteller and wondering wanderer who tries to live deeply - but lightly.

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