autumn’s roses

which holy garden
could have been
mother to roses
of such sheen?

slumbering in the
promise sweet
of a september
soon to greet—

autumn so painless,
they’ll forget
the scorching summer
lives on yet.

see how this flower,
clothed in red,
yawning, bows her
pretty head.

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