Summers roses in a fast array,
Of lovely colors on display,
Still pale by far, to Octobers rose,
Who proclaims her beauty, above them all..
Summers roses, bloom with ease,
Having been given, all that they need.
Long sun drenched days and gentle rain,
For summers rose, there is little to restrain.
Yet many obstacles must be overcome,
For October's rose, struggle to unfold.
She's bathed in chilling frost
And endures autumns blast,
She knows the sun has gone to a summer place.
With precious little help,
She miraculously unfolds,
Her unmatched beauty, on an October day.