THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

In a garden, against a wall,

a lonely rose lay dying.

Her petals encircled her like a shawl,

as she lay there moaning and sighing.

She gazed forlornly at the garden,

remembering her sisters, already gone.

Their vibrant colors a vague memoryâ¦...,

yet she still felt their presence.

Suddenly, a mighty wind blew in,

taking her petals to the core.

The last rose of summer

is no more.


by: Wanda Orlowski

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Ron