Summers roses in a fast array,
Of lovely colours on display,
Still pale by far, to October's rose,
Who proclaims her beauty, above them all...
Summers roses, bloom with ease,
Having been given all that they need.
Long sun drenched days and gentle rain,
For summers rose, there is little restrain.
Yet many obstacles must be overcome,
For October's rose, struggle to unfold
She's bathed in chilling frost
and endures autumns blast,
She knows the sun has gone to a summer place.
Withe precious little help,
She miraculously unfolds,
Her unmatched beauty, on an October day.
~Mercysmine
