Best Seasonsrose Poems
We cast away our rose,
Borne upon the breeze
That carries with it those
Summer memories.
Our wind-borne rose descends,
Petals floating down,
And summer love now ends
Like a rose turned brown.
There’s rose-dust at our feet,
Autumn in our hearts
That turns to snow and sleet:
Love’s long winter starts.
04-27-79
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The last rose of summer gone
Air soon will be chilled_dry
Good climate for all outside play
Rosemary only scent that stayed
Gather a few green bundles
Put on the range_ steep for her
The essence of warmth of summer
When that rose kiss occured
The prettiest flower is the rose,
elegant and charming in its grand pose;
and the more light it gets, the quicker it grows...
have you glanced at my garden of various flowers?
I took this yellow rose from a perfumed bush,
and for some unexplainable reason it did blush;
yes, shyness is also seen in the petals of velvety roses...
when they do open up to the golden sun like danseuses.
In a vase painted by crafted hands,
I've placed my yellow rose to absorve sunlight...
while nourished by the cool water of mountains' springs,
to make it feel a sudden rush of delight.
Admire my pretty yellow rose adorned by light
as in a famous painting by a great artist with practicality,
and who can deny the realism of his insight?
Even constellations peak, then gracefully glide into eternity.
I became a rose for winter
Blooming below a midnight sky
All year long my body has strived
Who shall care for me
If I were to die
Curled up
My leaves fold and cower
Embracing the life left within
Feebly I watch the sun
Out it comes
Without reply
I become
A rose for winter
Tread carefully the path
Don't kill a rose
Before it has the grace to die..