Promise of the Summer Rose

I fathomed not when summers' left Having gifted my garden spare, A yellowed primrose - bright and gay Of which I was not aware. It stood forlorn in summer wind Having thwarted the glowing sun, Battled alone for days at end And I knew not it had won. Awaited me as long as could Yet it had to shrivel some day, For the skies showed it no mercy Its mates long withered away. I chanced on it at summers' end And was moved by its saddened plight, It said - I have awaited you In my long and endless blight. To add cheer to your laboured life That it's upheavals you could cope, Leave you with shreds of golden faith And impress your heart with hope. Grieve not when I am dead and gone For you still have a longer way, I promise to meet once again On some lonely summers' day. ***********