One Rose In September

A single weather-beaten pale pink rose
hung tenuously on top of the bush,
with the first hints of September chill
swirling in the minted breeze.

I could not smell its fragrance
but I knew it was there,
and that it was heavenly.
“The earth laughs in flowers”
says my favorite poet.

The sky and heavens above
are filled with fragrance,
the fragrance of love.
I could not smell its fragrance
but I knew it was there.

“Heaven smiles in fragrance”
says the inner poet,
and thanks the pale pink rose
which laughs and says
“I know it”.

by David Taylor

Comments (1)

David, it has been a while since my last visit. An exquisite poem from you about September as the Autumn begins to bring its colours and a nip in the air. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Best wishes David