Mystic Rose Rose Poet Haibun

Let The Flowers Grow Again

I woke up and suddenly I felt the August rush. Perhaps it was because 
it was August twenty-fifth, just a few days away from September.  I could
tell by the chill in the air that soon all the flowers would die and all the 
children would be back to school.  
Backpacks  
little snacks
tots with pouts 
Where did the summer go, how did those waterslides get tucked away 
so soon. That garden that just a few months ago was at the height of 
scent, is now laying dormant, very little bumble bees in sight. 
BZZZZZ
Gee Wizz 
many sighs 
I wish I could turn myself into May, and crown the world with newborn 
seeds of love and beauty. May is the month when my cheeks blush and 
my heart awakens. 
Ready not 
like a tot 
I'm whining 
Because summer is surrendering and my roses are longing for one last 
caress from me.  Please God, come next year, let the flowers grow again. 
I know soon it will be Autumn, but this is not the end....

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sara Etgen-Baker August 25, 2025 at 6:06 PM touching and poignant...beautifully crafted with perfect imagery. Your poem captured my spirit, hugs, Sara Mystic Rose Rose August 25, 2025 at 6:16 PM Summer can invigorate us each time, it comes again, thanks for leaving a comment dear Sara

Yann Rolland August 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM very touching poem, life is so short say the flowers, enjoyed your subtle poem dear poet Rose Mystic Rose Rose August 25, 2025 at 6:16 PM Short span of life but we can fill it with so many flowers if we care to seed and care for them time after time :)

Jay Narain August 25, 2025 at 10:18 AM Nice poem. Seasons chaange. New season brings new joy. Mystic Rose Rose August 25, 2025 at 6:15 PM I agree, after the winter spring and summer returns with all its splendor and beauty Jay

Joseph P. DiMino August 25, 2025 at 5:46 AM "I wish I could turn myself into May, and crown the world with newborn seeds of love and beauty." -- Your delightful talent accomplishes just that, so well! Ice skating and skiing if yet able... perhaps some good wine, or Back Label for the parlor table. Card Game...friends sharing years of memory harvest. Just being alive and reasonable healthy, if not perfect, a good enough best. Mystic Rose Rose August 25, 2025 at 6:15 PM Ah, you got it, enjoy your life no matter what the season, ice skating, warm fireplace cuddles, and lots of fresh air, :)