Antique Roses, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Antique RoseFlowers and Mirror, Albert Fuller Graves (n.d.)

Antique Roses

Stepping into the room it is soon felt
A sweetness supplied by the month of June
Triggering memories when rose is smelt
Rose under the nose could cause one to swoon

The rose has a fragrance as no other
Sure to relieve all your melancholy
An antidote to quell any anger
Empty heart quickly to be filled with glee

Soon June will give way to the summer heat
Soft fragrant flowers shall be first to go
The rose will now show to be in retreat
Some to be captured, their fragrance to stow

No one to see that perfect rose I took
Gently press this memory into my book