Yellow Rose Poem

I haven't written much poetry lately so this next offering came as a surprise to me. It's a little sad because I feel a little sad and I promised myself I wouldn't post anything maudlin, but emotions dictate otherwise. And there is indeed a flower in my front garden, not a pink rose like before, but a yellow one. It's scrawny and looks young and disappointed. Disappointed because it's missed the summer and now has to rest its delicate head on a brick wall.


Crouched, the single flower hovers,
between rampant old foliage
and
a freezing death

This beautiful flower
hangs its head
waiting like a frightened child
for the punch from Winters fist

My heart is out there with it
but can offer nothing but
warm tears
We suffer together.