Last Rose

the last rose of summer entrapped in the weave of autumn's leaves bears my secrets in its petal's hold as it droops from the weight of morning dew that trickle like tears soft kisses against its velvet folds whispered on the wings of butterflies are carried in the breeze the horizon blushes sanguine the ivory rose flushes pink as i smile back through the distance ...my secrets told

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Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/18/2019 2:11:00 PM

Always read beauty in your words Sandy! And always guaranteed to make one smile!;)

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 2:45:00 PM

Thank you my friend, my most recent post is not of beauty...my muse has been bouncing all around these days... it's the bittersweet end of summer mixing my emotions :) hugs

Vijay Pandit

Date: 9/18/2019 7:17:00 AM

Lovely as ever..a touch of melancholy..splendid imagery..well written as always, Sandy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 11:10:00 AM

Thank you so much Vijay...ave maria sparked my muse yesterday and she wouldn't shut up, singing in all directions yesterday from sad, to tender, to romance.... let's hope she sings today :) hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/18/2019 5:25:00 AM

- A beautiful tenderness in this poem, Sandra :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 11:09:00 AM

Thank you Anne-Lise, my muse was inspired in all directions yesterday :) hugs

Constance La France

Date: 9/17/2019 7:29:00 PM

Sandra, oh this is so beautiful and dreamy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/17/2019 7:39:00 PM

Thank you so much, one of those out of the blue poems sparked by a butterfly this afternoon :) hugs

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/17/2019 5:30:00 PM

Just love how you wove your secrets into the rose and let them be carried away on wind and wings. A special write, Sandra! :) gw

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/17/2019 7:01:00 PM

Thank you Gershon...kept seeing butterflies while driving today and this one started to come to me on the bus... usually when they come while driving i forget them, this one stayed with me :) hugs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/17/2019 5:09:00 PM

what an incredible ending this has. BEautiful as always, dear. I have written also of the last rose and also the first rose of spring. I love how my roses bloom even until November!!

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/17/2019 6:59:00 PM

Thank you Andrea, this one came to me on my bus, luckily i remembered it by time i got home! Roses are beautiful my favorite of all roses is the lavender...:) hugs

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/17/2019 4:56:00 PM

It's always hard to say farewell to that last bloom of the season. A very touching poem, Brenda. Hugs, carolyn

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/17/2019 6:58:00 PM

I agree Carolyn...it's bittersweet...fall can be alluring in its beauty, but it means change, colder weather, then less and less color...i always call it the grand finale of summer... :) hugs

Chris Green

Date: 9/17/2019 4:41:00 PM

This poem is so soft, so alluring and so gracefully written that it takes my breath away. I could see this, the rose, weighted down by the morning dew then blushing as secrets are revealed. Absolutely beautiful. Another sigh worthy piece of writing.

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/17/2019 4:45:00 PM

aww thank you...i kept seeing butterflies on my bus and this one started to come to me while i was driving, i don't think it's exactly what first came to me, but i liked the way it turned out...and the fact i had time to etch a quick write :) hugs