
The Last Gift of Summer
She clings to the thorny green vine
As if to say _ summer's still mine
A bright yellow glow on a cloudy Fall day
To remind us of the glories of a bright Spring May
She clings to the thorny green vine
As if to say _ summer's still mine
A bright yellow glow on a cloudy Fall day
To remind us of the glories of a bright Spring May
13 comments :
Oh I love the quote! Good luck on the contest!!
Love,
Julie
Oh Lynn! That is just beautiful! Pink and Yellow are my two favorite colors of a rose. Yours is so beautiful, I could cry. I dont want summer to be over!!!! Spring and summer are my favorite seasons. And it always feels like winter will never end.
Hugs,
Amy
What a lovely poem! I just love your picture :)
The climber are the best. Great Poem too. Very pretty.
Love Erin~
It's beautiful! Your poem and your rose. It's amazing that each of us seems to have been given the gift of a yellow rose tucked away somewhere and forgetten until this week! Blessings... Polly
Lynn what a wonderful poem! And the yellow rose photo is very pretty!
I can NOT see one reason why anyone would laugh at that poem, it really is lovely.
Michelle
You have a beautiful blog, this is my first visit, I love vintage things...so I was immediatley attracted to your site! It's a beautiful yellow rose, And a very nice poem!
Have a great weekend!
Catherine
Hi Lynn I am in the contest to and was checkin everyone's yellow roses. I love your site. Your clock faces and the candlesticks are beautiful. No laughing here. ...I love your poem. cherry
What a lovely rose!!! and such a wonderful poem!!!
What a Wonderful Poem, Lynn. Wonderful Way To Celebrate Yellow Rose Day. I was so Late posting mine...lol!
This was so fun!
Angie
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Oh, no laughing here! Your poem is lovely!!! And your rose... good luck
Your poem was lovely(didn't laugh once). What a pretty picture of the Yellow rose.
Alison
I have just bid farwell to my last yellow rose of the season. If you look at my post you will see its petals in a little white dish sitting on the mirror.
I love your poem and your picture, no laughter, just smiles.
Rhonda
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