THE LAST ROSE

As I stand at the threshold
of the Autumn of my life,
only now, my petals opening
to the full, with beauty rife.

We all mature at different times
no two can be the same,
for Lord You love variety
in the garden where You reign.

Every kind of flower
has its own time to bloom,
His garden never without colour
or their heavenly perfume.

Petals opening up too early
before the time is right,
never reaching peak perfection
so to blush within His sight.

I’m the last rose of the Summer
blooming in the nick of time,
for it is now my season
God given beauty now to shine.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb.. 01, 2007