"The Wild Rose" by Wendell Berry
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
This post is dedicated to my loving wife, Mary.
The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry © 1998
Kent County, Michigan
Wild Rose/Swamp Rose - Rosa palustris