Born to bloom then die

A seasons end, another's start , an old fellas view on both

One final cut, then mower stowed
the gardens borders tilled,
winter blooms placed neat in rows
'neath air now damp and stilled.

On terracotta throne the rose
a queen without her crown,
sits forlorn, stark, 'gainst watered light
all petals withered, brown.

A brazier, smoke skyward sent
as summers last burns slow,
beneath the boughs of leaf stripped trees
readied now for coming snow.

The garden bleak all colour shorn
the gardener gave a sigh,
" nature, man, have briefest lives
both born to bloom, then die "

Author's Note

Hopefully okay

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a WONDERFUL poem Tis meter fine, the visual so freely worded, reality phrased yet - not in an ugly manner. i truly warm to this start to finish and back again!

Your writing is far, far more than 'okay'.

[Gee]

Very kind comments. Thank you Emmajoy

[Lydia Shutter]

But while they are alive, they bring so much beauty and pleasure to all of us. What a lovely write this is. The seasons do change, but the flowers will bloom again and there is a certain comfort in that. Wonderful rhyming. Lydi**

[Gee]

Thank you kindly Lydia

[Jamestown]

The seasons come and go fast.
Well penned, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Gee]

Thank you JT, hope you're well. Take care

[barleygirl]

Lots of people are writing about the change of seasons this time of year, but your message here is one of the most original I've seen lately. I like the way you address the natural changes, such as the garden, along with the human changes, such as no more BBQ. Most writers address the first, but not the second. I can feel a sense of melancholy between the lines which matches my own feelings as winter approaches.

[Gee]

Thank you Barleygirl, hopefully original is ok. I'm not a big fan of autumns end and winter, and reflect on what has passed and the enjoyment had during this period. Again thank you and in the near future Ill pop in for a read

[barleygirl]

Being original amongst a crowded field is sublime! (((HUGS)))

[Gee]

Sublime, oh how I wish my ex English teacher could see that......Thank you

[1VJ]

Beautifully pensive, each verse hold its own, I especially love the second. Stunning.

[Gee]

Thank you Paloma

[Robert Haigh]

A wistful and poetic write. I too am in the autumn of my years, so I can relate to this.

[Gee]

Thank you Robert

[Karmee]

wow, profound and well done, enjoyed this a lot

[Gee]

Thank you for reading

[TrimarcoRansome]

The seasons of life lend them themselves perfectly to the metaphors of gardens, don't they? I pictured the garden in my mind as I read this, beautifully written.

[Gee]

Indeed they do. It helps that I love life, love my life and marvel still at nature even though now into my fifties. Thank you

[TrimarcoRansome]

I can relate to that, loving every minute of life, filling it to the brim with all the wonderful things I enjoy [mostly creative!] I'm a couple of years off my 50th, what a party that will be! :)

[Becky]

Beautiful writing. I enjoyed it from start to finish.

[Gee]

Thank you..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Life is ephemeral, like the seasons...but there is rebirth...and in winter we live for that...

until our final autumn..when we know...the roses should be pressed because new ones will never bloom again.

beautiful allegory here.

[Gee]

Thank you Jacob, it pleases greatly when you like

[Kelly Scheppers]

Gorgeous lines throughout, and my heart nearly broke with your closing. I could read poetry like this all winter long, and still feel warm inside!

[Gee]

Thank you Kelly, very kind