I love roses

 When a rose blooms in late spring

such rapture its flower does bring

the perfection of each beautiful bud

colorful delight my senses flood

Her young form tender and firm

The sun's warmth floral trust dost confirm

Gently she lowers her vested petals

Nakedly exposed on soft leaves she settles 

With winter winds her blooms are dropped

Stands stem of thorns, in ragged age topped

Dried and hardened stripped of leaves

For lost beauty a flower's admirer grieves

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Flowers will always bring beauty that will deteriorate. And flowers will bring joy and sorrow.
we have to appreciate the beauty and joy as long as it may last. Life is ephemeral...flowers are as well.
Nicely done.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob for the review and interpretation it is always appreciated and valued. Yes all beauty changes and is in the eye of the beholder.