Roses in Late Summer

 

The golden roses, will fade into dull browns, 

Soon, as the season drags on but for now,

The late afternoons spent gazing at polaroid picture perfect

Clouds, the sun spills its golden innards across the sky

And feel the last few rays of heat, humidity, emerald green

Grass and days spent rolling the windows down all the way.

I suppose i should box away these memories, nostalgia for 

Cold winter nights spent buried under feet of snow.

 

Grab the stem, cut away

Flower for another day

Pressed between pages dry in array

Flower for another day

scarborough fair, golden celebration, summer damask.