The beauty is the rose*

The beauty is the rose*

There is a bite in the air, silence has come

For something has ended a cycle and it is done

Love that was here is now withering away

The lushness that it was, can no longer stay

So the color starts to fade from a red to brown

The petals start to pull back and lay to the ground

Such anguish to see in this as it departs

Clenched by the coldness and hurt in its heart

But though it has to move on to make new again

So the beauty that it once was comes back to begin

Though it may not be the same as I suppose

But another will come along, that beauty is the rose

Dom*Colucci 2014