Rosaceous

The view from here – no one's, but mine –

pours forth an ivory spill of light,

a hillside arch, green cane bent white

in blossom, lacing hoops of vine

gracing the brier, bloom-drooping vine.

Twice in this year, a snowy spray

of falseling roses splashes there:

sweet blobs of white, two kinds of ice,

the summer and its winter pair.

Pale flower with a heated heart

or icing drift in limpid bloom –

twin glows a planet's turn apart.

Pellucid petals splendid sift

through blank in green, through bloodwhite rift.