A Dozen Roses to Remove Winter Darkness

Where will they show up next?
The vase of cut roses moved
from room to room.
They are of the lightest pink with
an added delicate sprig
of Baby's Breath.

Oh, there they are - over by
the window in the garden room
where we eat breakfast.

     Wrong!

Those are blooms of the pink
bougainvillea vine brought inside
for the winter.

Their tri-partite bracts, a trinity of grace . . .
a reminder of the words "I Love You."
And always will,
my sweetheart.

Now,
where are those roses anyway?
Oh, there they are! Next to the clock
on the dresser by our bed.

Tonight, in the dark,
I will gently wake you -
and shine a little flashlight
on the bouquet,

so we see them
together.