Great-Grandmother’s Rose Trellis



Passing a newly painted trellis,

wild roses clinging to each square,

an old-world fragrance

perfumes the vaporous air.

In a pampered garden,

grow deep purple pansies and scarlet geraniums.

Bonnets of sweet peas

stretch toward a late summer sun.

The gazebo, entwined by morning glories,

offers rain-washed benches.

We bite into fresh-picked green apples.


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11 Comments for “Great-Grandmother’s Rose Trellis”


I feel like I’m there, in the garden. Your images are calm and serene, clear in creating the vision, and beautiful, as well. I can taste the apple… as I gaze on this beautiful sight. Wonderful poetry!

Write On!

Raymond Tobaygo


Good afternoon, Patricia

Great images. As a passionate flower gardener your insight is spot on.

Take care and stay safe,



Good writing, Patricia! Great imagery, especially liked the line ‘The gazebo, entwined by morning glories, offers rain-washed benches.’ Terrific visuals!

One recommendation: “Passing a newly painted (newly-painted) trellis…”

Keep up the good writes!

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