A Single Blood Red Rose
A poem inspired by roses that once grew in my garden
Blood-red roses,
grew in her garden,
day and day out,
their perfume wafted about.
Blood-red roses,
that delighted the eye,
grew graciously.
She’d often sit,
in the garden,
admiring their majesty.
Summer came and went,
quickly that year,
the roses that were so dear,
seemed to wither on the trellis,
until only one remained,
as the autumn leaves fell,
the rose valiantly held her position
all around in colors of -
orange, yellow, and red
One blood-red rose,
fighting to stay alive,
as the north winds blew in,
she watched from her window,
as that rose swung along,
with the winds swirling about.
It didn’t wither,
didn’t lay its head down,
she wondered when it would die -
sadly knowing that it must be soon.
Then one day,
the gray, leaden sky,
opened up wide
and silvery, lacy snowflakes -
came dancing upon the wind.
They swirled about,
in a wild dance,
soon a blanket of white -
was upon the ground.
She went to see the last rose,
there, upon the white snow,
was the blood-red rose,
like a spot of blood,
on the pristine white,
but she smiled just knowing,
that the rose would grow again
and be the queen of her summer days
About the Creator
Rasma Raisters
My passions are writing and creating poetry. I write for several sites online and have four themed blogs on Wordpress. Please follow me on Twitter.
Comments (1)
Such lovely writing. Rose flower lovers would really like this one!