Ann Keiffer

Rose Lover

Today I was ravished by roses,

consumed, adored, devoured,

wholly, holy, wholly supped.

Beautiful, seemingly innocent,

in the flare of their glass vase,

the roses had rested against the rim

for one whole day, opening gradually,

quietly awaiting my chance look.

And then, my guard completely down,

I glanced their way…


For just one instant, our eyes met.

Something in their pink depths

perceived me, seized me.

And for one miraculous second

of abandon I disappeared

into the center of their

velvet pink existence,

embraced in intimate ecstasy,

ravished by some Great Love

that lies in wait for us

at the heart of





Ann L. Keiffer




About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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