Friday, September 19, 2008

My friend Alice had a picture of rose petals on her blog this evening.
It made me think of one of the bitter-sweetest end-of-summer songs I know: Tom Waits' Last Rose of Summer.
Though every year
it's very clear
I should be carrying on

But I can be found
in the garden
singing this song

When the last rose of summer is gone...

Yours, moving slowly, with the seasons,

1 comment:

awareness said...

beautifully captures my hestitation of moving into autumn.....