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...
gone...
gone....
Yours, moving slowly, with the seasons,
N.
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1 comment:

  1. awarenessSeptember 21, 2008 at 7:04 AM

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

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