There Is A Rose Of Yellow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a rose of yellow
In the gardens of the fall
Going reddish brown mellow
When the winter's night call
With many shades glowing
Those were never there before
In the whitish frosty snowing
Of fallen slivery glistens star

There is a rose of reddish pink
In the garden of our spring
That makes wondrous interlink
Between colors that'll sing
In all tinctures of fresh earth
When summer again arrives
In flush of the colors birth
That pleasures of love drives

There is a spark in your eyes
Like the morning dawn shine
With its irises of blue skies
And true love needs so fine