Last Rose Of Summer Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Last Rose Of Summer



You are as fragrant
as the first rose of Spring…
While winds are blowing
like a roaring freight
Ruthlessly extinguishing
the joy that you bring…
Impending snow
is lurking at winter's gate

11/12/2012

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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