I Wandered Lonely As a Rose

I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn I fell apart like dessert moon; The scent that once perfumed my reign were mellowed by September's rain I drifted distant in the woods. All my husks fell to the soil each petal dried right where it stood No gardener's hand of hue embroiled that filament that quivered slow like dying embers of nights glow Shambled, windblown as the wind beneath the last of summer's ray regretfully I did rescind As summer lost her fired splay I wandered, Lost and alone like a rose, until the end of summer froze.