The Last Rose Poem by Paul Reed

You were destined to be the last
Those glorious, heady days that passed!
With your bud hidden away
Waiting for another day;

But now your time has finally come
Though silent now the chirruping scrum
That once thronged and shook the hedge
Now huddled on some frozen ledge;

So what message do you have for me?
Lonely rose of tardy beauty
Did you know that your display, so shy
Was bound to catch my weary eye?

That your late appearance, so solitary
The garden's sole blush-red dignitary,
Would be the one that I remember
Through the darkened days of wintry November;

If so, you thought correctly
Your route to my heart found so directly
You are the one that nature chose
To gladden my sight as the final rose.