December roses,
The lingering beauty of
Spring and summer,
Still so lovely...
In my mother's garden.
Dorothy, The image of the roses jump out at you through your imagination. I could almost feel their thorns as I reached to pluck one. Lovely little poem. Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful memories. I even have had roses bloom after the snow.