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© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012

The SSB Drever and I were walking around Jewel Square and the lovely houses in the Golden Heights area. I am still amazed to find roses blooming in October in this area. Even with the strange climate patterns and events, even though the past couple years haven’t seen much frost until November or December, with each rose I see, I think “Will this be the last rose of summer?”

That song-“The Last Rose of Summer” always make me think of my mother. Years, so many years ago, when I was given the luxury of piano lessons for 2-3 years, my mother whose limited lessons had been short of half a century before mine, played for me one of her favorite songs-“The Last Rose of Summer”.

The last rose of summer and perhaps the last summer for the rose. My mother is 96 and doing well for her age. But signs of the process of transition from this realm to the next have begun. Of course it is a process that could take years or sometimes only months or less. There are physical changes and behavioral changes.

None of us know which will be the last month, the last year, the last summer. As I walk through dappled sun and shade, as I walk through the paradox of warmth of the sun and the coolness of a changing wind, I don’t know. I dont’ know which rose will be the last rose of summer and I don’t know which will be the last summer. And as winter grows nearer, I am mindful of each one I encounter. And for the ones growing in my garden, I cut them and bring them in, bring the fragrance close to me. But I always leave one or two with the hope that the season will be a little longer, and the winds of time, my time, will be scented with roses-a little longer.

The Last Rose of Summer

Last Rose of Summer-music          
Fragrant -memories

Roses bloom-miraculous
Last Rose of Summer-music
Old piano-melody
By-gone days-re-main
Petals fall, whisper-music
Spirit bridge calls me


Comments on: "Haiku and Loku Days-The Last Rose of Summer" (3)

  1. The lyrics to The Last Rose of Summer

    “The Last Rose Of Summer”-

    (by Thomas Moore)

    This is the last rose of summer,
    left blooming alone;
    All the lovely companions
    are faded and gone.
    No flower of her kindred,
    no rosebud is nigh,
    To reflect back her blushes,
    to give sigh for sigh.

    I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one !
    To pine on the stem;
    since the lovely are sleeping,
    Go, sleep thou with them.
    Thus kindly I scatter,
    thy leaves o’er the bed,
    where thy mates of the garden,
    lie scentless and dead.

    So soon may I follow,
    when friendships decay,
    and from Love’s shining circle,
    the gems drop away.
    When true hearts lie withered,
    and fond ones are flown
    Oh! Who would inhabit
    this break world alone?

  2. Post a link on Mind Gravy – glad to see you have the energy to write – AlBee

  3. Smiling – Happy you are back – Glad to see you have the energy to write – AlBee

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