Gather Ye Rosebuds
It’s not the roses I offer you
though sweetly scented, sensual,
in shades of pink, a lover’s hue,
a message that I will not tell.
It’s not the bowl of silver bright
cupped in my hands, over full,
shining with reflected light
making hair and dress seem dull.
I am the gift of love to wake
you from your lonely sleep.
I am the gift, the prize to take,
to cherish, love and always keep.
I am the gift, don’t throw me away,
a faded rose of yesterday.
Rennie has been writing since he was eleven. He writes poetry and flash fiction. You can find his poetry on his ello site at: https://ello.co/bigren