Sam Rose is a writer from Northamptonshire, England, and the editor of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. She is a three-time cancer survivor and a PhD student, researching the role of poetry in psycho-oncology. She has had work published in over fifty venues. Find her at https://www.writersam.co.uk and on Twitter @writersamr.
Blushing
The tree at the side of the road
has leaves only on the lowest meter or so
of its trunk, head shaved, its torso bare,
like it had been wearing a dress that
since dropped to its knees
and those remaining leaves flush ruby
as the tree stands, embarrassed,
against a frosted silver sky.
Clementine Unbound 
I really enjoyed reading this poem. It was beautiful in its simplicity, and left me with a clear image of near nakedness: the dress slipping down from the body and the blushing leaves. I am always curious about where ideas come from and the process of developing the idea into a full-fledged poem. This was lovely.
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