Fields of Gold

October

Photos taken on my walk around the garden this morning. The poem is an old one.

October Rose

Will she hang on to Christmas or is her

blooming over? Once lush and luxuriant,

now she's just your late October rose, a

gift quite rare but all the more special in

your garden. Savour her, scarlet, salmon

or crimson, (not red-hot or blowsy), too

old for blushing yet still fine enough to

pick. Still beauteous of colour and still

romantic with scent enough to sate your

senses, thus inspiring a crush, or a

rush of love..... But her petals fall so quickly

now.  Too soon she will be gone to seed or

banished, quickly dried or cast away.

©Cait O’Connor