My Rose Bushes
Rose bushes in the front of my blue house
stand trimmed, and not one flower peeks its head,
so I no longer need to give a douse
of water to the bushes; they’ve been bled
of all their lovely hues. I miss them so!
Sometimes around this year, they bloom just one
more time before I see the autumn go
as if to celebrate the last gold sun
and for a week or two, those roses thrive
before the freeze sets in, but now I fear
red roses in November can’t survive.
I think it’s going to be a colder year.
Bright colors from the trees around me burst
but my poor bushes – for the time – are cursed.
Oct. 26, 2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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