I looked around the yard this morning and noticed the final roses. I have one rose bush that blooms late into the fall. One last reminder of summer.
When Roses Cease to Bloom, Dear, by Emily Dickenson
When roses cease to bloom, dear
and violets are done,
When bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this summer's day
Will idle lie, in Auburn.--
Then take my flower, pray!
When roses cease to bloom, dear
and violets are done,
When bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this summer's day
Will idle lie, in Auburn.--
Then take my flower, pray!
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