I plucked a dozen roses alone at nightfall--By Rick Parise--United States

I plucked a dozen roses alone at nightfall

I took an old poem that reminds me of you

I wrote it a dozen times hoping it would come true

You were my Summer and I was your Spring

Where rivers ran endless and sunlight reigned 

I took an old poem of flowering light

And walked through the forest with you by my side

With Summer's sweet crimson and Springtime's sweet call

I plucked a dozen roses alone at nightfall

Rick Parise, known as “A Pondering Poet”, is from the beautiful land of Salem, Oregon.  The main focus of his poetry is to take the reader to a meaningful, personal time in their lives, to a place where spirits are touched and memories unwind. He hopes you enjoy his work. To Contact Rick please email him at rapondering@yahoo.com