Waiting for the first rose
For Rigantona
And the summerAfter the rush of bluebells,
The too-transient apple-blossom
After the late spring squallsAnd now the springing leaves
That green the woods
With deepening summer shadeStill I wait for the garden rose –
Its bud swelling to ripeness –
To open and to offerThe grace of long summer days
And balmy summer nights
At her dedicated spaceOnce again to her as always
As the season blooms
Around her altar.
awenydd.cymru 
A beautiful hymn to Rigantona and the coming of summer.
Beautiful 🙂 particularly the image of summer blossoming around Rigantona’s altar. The blossoming of your roses must be a very special time.