Days of Roses

by David M Gunson



The days of roses have ended my love, They remind me of the scent of you. The days of pure white Gardenias are gone, They recall your breast and petal-soft skin. The days of Frangipanis are banished, They adorned your hair on our wedding day. No more Nemesias and Snapdragons too, That filled your gardens with delicate light. Abandon the Asters and Forget-me-nots, Sweet Peas and Bluebells and Freesias as well. Turn your back on Lobelias and fragile Alyssum Polyanthus and Sweet William and Stocks and Phlox. In these struggling days of endless recall All manner of beauty brings brine to the eyes. Only one flower remains to be pondered at all, Oleander is calling its Siren's song. 21/01/13 Corlette

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you Roz. That garden overflows.

David Gunson
08-Jul-2013 09:50 AM

The passion remains - so many flowers in that garden :-) xx
Beauty filled & heaven scent....
Not just oleander xx

roz beal
30-Apr-2013 08:49 AM