So often it is written about,
That last rose of Summer.
I have a new rose in my garden
Which I now write about
As the first rose of Autumn,
Showing that new life is there,
And is always there
Not matter what season.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2023 00:57
- Comment from author about the poem: I have a new rosebud on a rosebush in my garden and it is now Autumn.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, LIZ.
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Comments6
I know which rose you are speaking of and this is such a beautiful poem. Metaphor and the beautiful autumn 🍁 🌹 have a wonderful day to you and your beautiful Mary. 💜
Thank you so much for your kind words Teddy, much appreciated.
Andy
Awwww I really hope she reads all your writing!! I love it!! 💐
Thank you Liz, yes she does read my words.
Andy
A fine write Gold. A new weed popped up in our garden - not quite the same as a new rose.
I hope you said "Hello Little weeeed!"
Andy
So true Gold, a wonderful reframing of a feeling of loss to a feeling of hope. Where there is life there is hope.
So true soren, where there is life there is hope.
Andy
Wonderful write about the hope in a beautiful rose...really enjoyed it!
Thank you Christina, much appreciated.
Andy
No matter the season, there is always new or re-birth. As the seasons change and flowers die, so too they come back and provide a symbolic hope of change for all. beautiful!
So true Michael, thank you.
Andy
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