Almost Over
The last of the roses from the garden .....
New Dawn, Peace, Golden Showers and a deep pink
climber whose name I’ve forgotten or never known
I cut them on a bright, morning last week
and delighted, in that small way one has,
in arranging them in my green glass vase
along with a few bronzing hydrangea heads
Umpteen times, up and down my hall,
up and down the stairs,
They’ve caught my eye and pleased me …..
Looking so lovely on the table by the front door
Today I smelled a pungency as I
watered the roses drooping heads
Yes, almost ready for composting
Almost over ….
But not quite ….
There was still a beauty about them
But now it is of the sad sort
The sort that causes a little pain in your heart
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