I pull on the door
And find it unlocked
A hallway of roses
Is waiting beyond
The colors fade in
As I cross through the hall
Gray roses turn red
At the entrance’s call
Outside is a garden
With fairies in flight
Sprinkling their water
For the harvest’s delight
They water me too
As I try and pass through
I feel the cool cling
Of a new morning’s dew
A Life in Poems 