The old gate clicks, and down the walk,
Between clove-pink and hollyhock,
Still young of face though gray of lock,
Among her garden's flowers she goes
At evening's close,
Deep in her hair a yellow rose.
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......a lovely tribute to someone special... perhaps the poet's grandmother ★
Some things are universal- be the reader young or living in an igloo or mansion, this poems strikes a chord deep within us all. The beauty of love at the close of life.
At evening's close; with the muse of life, love and peace. Nice work.
Passionate love keeping tryst with yellow rose and ripening with passage of time yet maintaining freshness. Excellent write. Enjoyed the poem.10+++
A beautiful picture created of a lady living in an old gabled home young of face with greying locks, she keeps her tryst with yellow rose from her garden, so special for her and her love, which he had placed once long ago with a kiss in her locks declaring his love forever.. sweet melody..thank you for sharing this poem.
I like the way the writer blends love with nature. beautifully written I'd say
Beautiful poem.thank you poet