The petals of the rose
Fall slowly from the stem
They float down to the frosted ground—
A sign of summer's end.
The snow drifts high against
the arbor where the roses grew.
There is no sign of the red rose
That bloomed the summer through.
The snow has melted, the ground muddy,
And small buds of lightest green
Are showing up upon the plants,
New life can now be seen.
The red roses bloom full,
Their petals satin smooth.
Their fragrance sails across the garden,
The raw nerves to soothe.
But as the summer draws to a close,
The red petals fall like rain.
They lay wilting on the ground
and the circle of life begins again.