The Rose
In a meadow encompassed by death
a solitary rose blooms
the only one left
turned silver by the moon
After the sun begins to rise
the morning glistening with dew
the ruby petals break their ties
its departure darkening the worldly view
Copyright © Madaline Cannon | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment