Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


The Last Rose Of Autumn Has Gone To Decay


The last rose of Autumn has gone to decay
Her petals on the grass by her mother tree lay
The last rose on her tree she bloomed in the Fall showers
One might say of her a queen amongst flowers
So lovely and pink in the bloom of her prime
But the life of a flower is a short span of time
The late Autumn rose is the quickest to die
But if the rose is a mortal then so too am I,
Ground insects and slugs her petals now eat
To them the soft petals of a rose a late Autumn treat
In Nature the death of one life form is another's gain
That's how it has always been and will always remain
A week ago she bloomed in the showers of late Fall
And now she is food for the life forms that crawl.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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