Autumn Rose - BSue

[Larry Robinson]

Autumn Rose

Autumn rose lays its petals like eyelids on the last evening light,
On the back of sorrow's delicate hand.

It gathers the huge and powerful irony
Of my tiny life,
And places it gently upon.

Amber hush comes for the blossom and the hour both
And because I cannot swim
We slip together 
between the walls of time
Where survival is meaningless
And only this rose
Will know my name.

	- BSue