The Rose Poem by Phil J Hambling

The rose
Was meant for you
Tight in my hand I held it
Against the mounting spring breezes
As I watched the petals torn away
One by one
Snatched by the hungry wind
And into the arms of fate and chaos
Thrown aloft they went
Cast even further by my hurried grasping
Spun on the teasing gusts
In beautifully wild circles
Until down to earth they glided
To decorate the gutter
Flittering red in the grime
And I laughed in the hopeless chase
Blissfully unaware at the time
As I held the bare stem
Of the omen
It would become