by Rick Williams
The thorny, naked stalks are there
but nothing else remains.
The leaves and petals are both gone
as warmth and daylight wanes.
The memory still lingers on;
I can close my eyes and smell
the natural perfume that was
the fragrant rose's spell.
2 comments:
lovely--do all men love the smell of rose perfume
My nose is the only one of my senses that still works well, and I've always loved floral scents!
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