REMEMBER
Rose of crimson red
A vibrant hue
Petals soft
With drops of dew,
Plucked, admired
Fragrance inhaled
Within a vase it's quickly placed,
Beauty of this lovely flower
Seemed to linger only hours
Too soon faded color seen
With petals limp and dry,
But long after memory of its beauty first gazed
Its fragrance still inspires
Nancy Ellen Crossland
Rose of crimson red
A vibrant hue
Petals soft
With drops of dew,
Plucked, admired
Fragrance inhaled
Within a vase it's quickly placed,
Beauty of this lovely flower
Seemed to linger only hours
Too soon faded color seen
With petals limp and dry,
But long after memory of its beauty first gazed
Its fragrance still inspires
Nancy Ellen Crossland
Beautiful and so true... I have dried roses from many, many years ago ... memories...:-))
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Thank you, Jonie!! :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful, love it!! thanks for sharing dear girl:)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lorilynn! :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful
ReplyDeleteGorgeous image! I can almost smell the rose.
ReplyDeleteI love roses, Jonie's right, dried roses keep forever and have so many memories. Beautiful poem and picture.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, the magic of a rose. Nice presentation.
ReplyDeletebeautiful one B :) Too bad that just like you said, the beauty of a rose doesn't last long enough :(
ReplyDeleteThank you Neva, Montucky, Kate, Preston, and Giulia for stopping by and leaving such nice comments! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely picture and poem. It's just like when I give roses to my wife (which isn't often enough, I do admit!)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mike! :)
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