Small set of micro poems about roses & autumn

As red as my blood,
yet cold like my heart;
she stands so proud,
showing her glory ~
for all of the crowd.


Nothing left of bright sweet yellow now autumn is in full view;

rue the last of roses blooming, as everything turns to blue


Early this morning &
to my surprise ~
a little yellow rose seeks to rise;
a struggle in the cold,
its vibrant colour so bold


The yellow beauty in deep autumn
frozen by the cold;
struggling to stand aloft ~
to show it's glorious colour to the world.


A sweet little beauty ~
rich, radiant and red;
elegance so bright,
enchanting to all ~
in the cold dark moonlight.



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