A Gift of Roses
Unusual pale apricot –
roses from my friend,
in a black pot
where they stayed,
moving with me to all
the rented houses.
Every year
they flowered twice:
in Spring and Autumn.
Until they stopped.
No blooms, not a bud,
I really like this. Thank you, Rosemary. Great half rhyme between bud and dead there at the end. Great finish.
ReplyDeleteyes, the ending is wonderful, Rosemary
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