Sunday, 13 February 2011

The Last Of This Year's Roses

A poem for Bridget

The last of this year's roses
Are falling to the floor
Like your love they're lost
With no hope for what there was before

This wind that scatters the petals
Is calling from my heart
Whispers: longing for the moment
To restore love from the start

If we had all this time

Chances for love to grow
Why then like discarded petals
Did you have to let go

The last of this year's roses
Are dead upon the ground
Their thorns a bitter memory
Of love that's lost & can't be found

some day


Anon said...

Happy February.

Anon said...

When's your next blog entry?


dognamedblue said...

I tend to use this site for reading blogs rather than writing them, not sure why people choose to follow to be honest