First Bloom

This morning I woke early
And rushed to my garden.
The day before, a solitary rose
Ready to bloom.

In the bright morning sun, petals 
Unfurled, transcendent in their beauty.
Soft red-orange, a yellow center, king
Of the mountain!

I watched and gasped, thought you
Crying.  Soft dew drops falling, tears
Of joy, greeting the sun's early rays.

I smiled at you--smiled at your
Impatience.  First to bloom, large
Petals all aglow, so proud of your
Being.

I will leave you to your glory.
Let the robins come see.  Thank
You for the pleasure, my day
The happier, a treasure trove
Offered and accepted with glee.