The Autumn Rose

I saw a rose in autumn

I saw an autumn rose

In prime, with leaves all green

Not faded or dried or dead

Nor brown nor crisp nor sad

But Swaying defiantly

In the crisp, cool autumn air.

Surprised,

I touched it and smiled

For a while, though I was beguiled

But my smile soon faded away

As if it had happened just yesterday

It was the rose of a promise I gave

When I had planted it on your grave.

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Maryam H. Viqar

A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry about grief, loss, rain, autumn, nocturnal silence, hope and sometimes love…and yes ‘the sight of the stars makes me dream’ too….

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