~Too Late The Rain~

~Rose Bloom, Withered~


The dry, burning Arizona heat takes its toll.
I water my roses ever morning without fail.
But the afternoon rain is to late in arriving.
The beautiful rose has been desiccated.

Although a morbid beauty does remains.
The yellows, the reds, and the siennas.
These remnant colors are left behind.
I would say more beautiful than when alive.

What say you, my friend?

Thanks for observing and commenting.