Rose Petals At My Feet Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Rose petals at my feet look destitute.
They're strewn all around my front garden path.
They swirl like clouds trying to reconstitute.
It pangs my heart that in their aftermath
Once again, this summer draws to an end.
And my own, Damask Rose, I gave my heart.
Didn't open; wasn't for a minute, my friend.
Rose petals at my feet will now depart.
& winter shall arrive with snow & sleet
Spring & summer will come, never again.
Love-deprived, I shouldn't settle for conceit.
Remembering a once-glowing, warm gem.
Rose petals at my feet foretell our end.
No longer in this rose can I pretend?