Monday, November 22, 2010

The Last Rose of Summer


We visited my parents in Northeast Louisiana over the weekend, and I captured these pictures of one of my mother's last roses of the season.

'Tis the last rose of summer,
left blooming alone ...

All her 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'm so glad this beautiful little rose will forever bloom in my pictures.

*From The Last Rose of Summer, by Thomas Moore

6 comments:

racheld said...

Me, too, Sweetpea!! You're creating a Forever Album, to be enjoyed for generations to come. Lovely work, lovely artistry, even lovelier legacy.

Jenni said...

What a sweet little rose...

and I love the poem!

Marjorie (Molly) Smith said...

Lovely, I have a few flowers still blooming, but the changing of the weather back and forth have really caused them to look so ragged.

nanny said...

It may be last but isn't it beautiful????

Tonja said...

My son, Adam, and his wife Suzanne have been in Louisiana this weekend and are oming home today. They are in Bunkie. I have no idea where that is, but that's where her parents are from.

Beautiful rose!

Deb said...

sweet post...pretty flowers...Have a wonderful Thanksgiving week...