Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Summer's End, Fine Art Photograph
By Judith Viorst
One by one the petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?
The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don't know where. I only know
I wish they didn't have to go.
And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.
I do not want them done
Source of Poem: http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend