Carpe Rosa




Flowers fade, and fall at last,

Petals marry ‘now’ to ‘past’,

Only what you’ve stored en masse

Will feed your summer dreams.


Daylight nods as autumn wakes,

Giving less than dying takes,

Storing life while living breaks,

Ripping golden seams.



Seize the Day

Last of summer’s purple flowers,

Counting down the autumn hours,

Making hay while sun shines on,

Seize the day before they’re gone.