The Roses of Espana

When I see roses
I remember Espana
Dozens and dozens
Upon the bough
Tended by mother's hand
The moderate climate
Kissing the petals
Morning waters
Vaporizing slow, calm
Little aphids
Close inspection
Under farming ants
White imperfect picket fence
Acorns falling
Down the way
A breeze through my hair
Crabgrass underfoot
Spaniel/poodle mix
Wig-wagging her body
Very few clouds
In the boundless sky
Lemon-scented beauties
Alive in the garden
Gifts to my table
Feast for the senses.