POMP ROSE**

Rosy days gone
Autumn past and done
Harsh days and weather come
Broken trees and wounded flowers left
Crushed, lonely, and ashamed.
Long night, sun-scorching days…
That longs to ruin the striving flowers
In their live, measureless desire for dew
An umber that seeks heavenly drops

Who knows, snow may come
Or perhaps winter rains!
To give life to the broken flowers
Or the long nights produce dew
With the long scorching sun clouded
And the hands of God protect their roots.
To wait lowly for the autumn
In a short while relief will come,
And days come when it will be rosy
The joy of staying through it all
And the pains of making roses

(c) Gagman Cleopas