June Rose
© 2015 by Ellin Anderson

There’s a shiny blue house
That I often drive by,
Whose footprint’s as free
As the clouds in the sky.

And on this blue trailer,
Extravagance falls:
Pink roses cascade
From the roof and the walls.

Baroque in enamel,
Rococo in silk,
How fares the rose trailer
With those of its ilk?

The wisdom of gypsies
May seek a new place,
Yet flesh-colored roses
Expand their embrace

Until I’m not needed
To paint with a poem
The roseate sweetness
Of owning a home.

And he must be happy
Who eats a day’s bread
At home with an arbor
Stretched over his head.

The wisdom of gypsies
May lure him away,
Yet there are the roses
Whose leaves whisper, “Stay.”

© 2015 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved. No part of  this work may be copied or used in any way without written  permission from the author.