It's Still Life

The Last Rose of Summer

It’s the last rose of summer.
A rosewave.
Its petals free-
falling across the table.
Final days
are always so fragile .
If I’d not cut it from its limb,
and lovingly possessed it,
would it have lasted longer?
A day perhaps, or two.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Alliteration Consonance Assonance, and PA’s Day 7 “health” and Day 8 Blank of the Blank Title. ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter. Image from Unsplash.