Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Couplet

The Last Rose of Summer

The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine.

     'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine.

          Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting.

               Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Lindsay Laurie January 26, 2015 at 9:23 PM G'day Robert... Autumn poems all seem to have meloncholy about them as we write about the vibrancy fading to a time to rest . Thank you Robert - Lindsay

Dr. Upma A. Sharma November 8, 2014 at 4:08 AM Beautiful pic u paint here Robert ! This write is purely captivating my friend!

Barbara Gorelick November 7, 2014 at 4:53 PM Some days I feel like the last rose of summer..lol. A lovely piece my dear...BG

Dan Helppi November 7, 2014 at 1:39 PM Very nice, sad to happy in clear and concise language that rings with truth.

Jan Allison November 7, 2014 at 12:48 PM absolutely delightful Robert I love the imagery you have captured image this perfectly:-) hugs jan xx