Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

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 September 18, 2019 at 2:11 PM Always read beauty in your words Sandy! And always guaranteed to make one smile!;) Sandra Adams September 18, 2019 at 2:45 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 September 18, 2019 at 7:17 AM Lovely as ever..a touch of melancholy..splendid imagery..well written as always, Sandy. Sandra Adams September 18, 2019 at 11:10 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 September 18, 2019 at 5:25 AM - A beautiful tenderness in this poem, Sandra :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sandra Adams September 18, 2019 at 11:09 AM Thank you Anne-Lise, my muse was inspired in all directions yesterday :) hugs

Constance La France September 17, 2019 at 7:29 PM Sandra, oh this is so beautiful and dreamy. Sandra Adams September 17, 2019 at 7:39 PM Thank you so much, one of those out of the blue poems sparked by a butterfly this afternoon :) hugs

Gershon Wolf September 17, 2019 at 5:30 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 September 17, 2019 at 7:01 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 September 17, 2019 at 5:09 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 September 17, 2019 at 6:59 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 September 17, 2019 at 4:56 PM It's always hard to say farewell to that last bloom of the season. A very touching poem, Brenda. Hugs, carolyn Sandra Adams September 17, 2019 at 6:58 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 September 17, 2019 at 4:41 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 September 17, 2019 at 4:45 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