Roses Poem by Barry Middleton
Roses
the autumn is not a season of roses
the spring is far way
the colors of the fall are beautiful
but they are not like roses
though I could have a hot house rose
I prefer the wild and rambling
there is something about the rose
the red of passion the white of innocence
a rose is the sweet perfume of love
and the thorn concealed by leaf
despite its intoxicating audacity
I reach out to the rose
despite the toxic painful thorn
I yet await the spring and roses
I will endure this season of burgundy
and earth tones of the coming cold
I will endure the blanketed winter night
till roses come again to flaunt their light
To endure and expect is the great lesson that has learned the human being and created its own civilization.It is so magically here shown in the icons of roses by the talented pen of Barry Middleton, our friend.
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4/26/2024 6:52:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the idea of the poem is giving a hope and the beauty, reminds me few roses in my garden in this winter and lovely poem.