Tis the last rose of "Autumn"
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
~Thomas Moore Irish poet
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
~Thomas Moore Irish poet
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Tuscan Sunset in Golden Autumn |
The morning air has been crisp and cold
for some time now.
Not many blooms
from my window view.
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Aromatherapy Rose Dancin' with the Burning Bush |
But a brisk walk in the chilly air
revealed these sweet survivors
down my Rose Garden Path.
Hmm... must be a pocket of warm there
to entice these beauties to dance
in this Autumn glow.
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Cherry Parfait Rose in Golden Autumn |
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old time is still
a-flying.
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
~Henry David Thoreau