One Rose In September Poem by David Taylor

A single weather-beaten pale pink rose
hung tenuously on top of the bush,
with the first hints of September chill
swirling in the minted breeze.

I could not smell its fragrance
but I knew it was there,
and that it was heavenly.
“The earth laughs in flowers”
says my favorite poet.

The sky and heavens above
are filled with fragrance,
the fragrance of love.
I could not smell its fragrance
but I knew it was there.

“Heaven smiles in fragrance”
says the inner poet,
and thanks the pale pink rose
which laughs and says
“I know it”.