His Scarlet Rosebud


He caught his breath…

there before him

his scarlet rosebud

amid all others

donned in basic black

strength in her beauty

softness in her smile

still so much left to blossom

in his hands–

He walked over

bowed slightly

touched the small of her back

and the dance began



Feb 2020


(Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt “scarlet rosebud”)