The Autumn Rose

Published by Maryam H. Viqar on

the ugly writers

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.

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems at The Ugly Writers or by clicking on any of her works below:

call me home  man who can't be named  

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems

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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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