A Messenger

A rose--pink in color--
Laid at my door
This morn when I awoke
As if greeting me
But not a word spoke--
Not a soul there.

What message does it bring?
Should I be sad--
Or would my heart sing?
What mystery lies
In petals soft
In beauty sweet?
Is it from someone
I've yet to meet?

It came from afar
I have no doubt
For I see no rose bushes
Anywhere about.
My mind is at wonder
My thoughts all asunder.

I must keep and protect
Its fragile form
And let the answers come to me
As I feel no alarm.
What will the pink rose say
As I welcome this new day?