Song 55

Song 55

White
Rose

S
E
C
O
N
D

Flush

Trusting
What first rose never knows

Fruit
Of
Struggle

Fruit
Of
Tears

Fruit of all those barren years

Now

Shining

S
H
I
SHINING
I
N
G

I
N
S
T
INSTINCTS
N
C
T
S

Perfect Treasure

Your
Very
Own

Animal Rose

16/2/13

 Whakapapa: I began writing this on Valentine’s Day after seeing a white rose in its second autumnal flush… & reflecting on the way roses in their second flush bloom once again after summer’s harsh dryness… & the way some woman do the same in their autumn years… as, often through struggle & heartache, they come to a much deeper connection with their instinctual selves than they ever had in the first flush of their youth.