I have seen roses
unfolding in the morning
—more ready than I—
I should have risen with them
Summer has forsaken me.
Now I am bereft.
This morning, in knee-deep drifts
I can find no rose
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P/S United ~ Scribble #5
— A Mouthful Of Flowers —
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Desolation! And yet the roses will come again, so take heart!
Now that’s a pity, but sometimes you just got to go with the feeling and get out of bed late I am linked #11 today at WeeklyScribblings at #5
However i tried my first Seveling and you can read it at
MY SEVENLING HERE
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much love…
Sweetly poignant!
This is so evocative. I remember waking to smell the roses early in the morning during my childhood days 🙂 Not a day went by when I wouldn’t visit the garden where they bloomed. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝
Perhaps it is just not yet time to bloom. I’m not sure I’m very rosy in the morning either, particularly in the dark dawns of winter.
Some things are worth making time for, especially if we feel like we have no time to enjoy them.
Oh winter, it sneaks back in to steal blossoms from us.
I cannot resist reassuring you the rose will rise again!!
Spring will return (someday) at least this is what I tell myself to keep me sane during winter. Your work is a stark reminder of the bleak times that winter can bring.
I can see a touch of Shakespeare’s hand in your poem, Ron. I love the way it turns on the line ’Summer has forsaken me’, and the chilly, sorrowful ending.
Sadly humans think it is all about them rather than to satisfy all flora and fauna to have their own time during the year!
An elegant little poem.