Autumn Rose

Blue Griffin Collections – Blast from the Past

The autumn rose, so gold and red,
A beauty hanging by a thread.
One breath of frost, and it will go,
The saddest thing I’ll ever know.

Oh, autumn bloom, you break the light,
So beautiful, so out of time.
You hold the sun, you hold the sorrow,
Born to fade, not see tomorrow.

And still you stand where time grows thin,
Like something caught between and in.
Not fully here, not yet erased,
But marked by fate it can’t escape.

The air around you feels too still,
Like even wind has lost its will.
As if the world is holding back,
Afraid to push you off your track.

The garden thinks the spring won’t end,
But autumn comes, and leaves descend.
This flower knows what I can’t say,
To love is just to lose your way.

And if I have to watch you leave,
Then let me ache and let me grieve.
For nothing true was ever plain,
The prettiest things are born of pain.

This is part of the Flower Poem Series

(A recovered piece of writing from ages ago, typed exactly as it was written back then.)