Fading Roses, This Garden’s Over

Fading roses,
this garden’s over;
wilted down
and left for dead.
Another season
rolled among us,
another flower
lost in bed.

Alluded colors
muted by falling leaves;
fooled again
and tricked to take hold.
Promise bloomed
and died as quickly.
Promise, then,
can’t weather cold.

Another spring
will bring its heartache:
bed infested
with dandelion lovers.
Frost upon
to do its damage:
fading roses,
this garden’s over.