The rose bushes lay a siege with velveteen petals and curved thorns. But Nim knew their language; how to whisper in a voice as sweet as a blooming bush. They curtsied; parting their branches so she might pass among them.

She lilted them songs of fairies and dragonflies; the roses leaned closer to hear each word. With her sharp garden knife, she selected flowers in shades of blush and cream, placing them in her small wicker gathering basket. Her basket full, she sang the parting song and stepped out of the briars.

lilted for mlmm first line Friday: “The rose bushes lay a siege with velveteen petals and curved thorns.”

Image: “noble roses”  pixel2013, S. Hermann & F. Richter on Pixabay