Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on September 15, 2014 Posted under Photography, Poetry Comments 38 Comments Roses are Red Roses are red, Shadows are blue, Summer is fading, It’s sad but true. Acorns are falling, Leaves are still green, The season is poised, For changes unseen. Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham Ways to Share this:EmailPrintTwitterPinterestFacebookMoreTumblrPocketLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related acornsfallredrosesshadows Post navigation ← Red Feather Butterflies Wanted → 38 thoughts on “Roses are Red” Lovely poem. We are getting my cool temps and lots of thunderstorms and rain. LikeLike Reply Thanks! Today was a glorious sunny, cool day here. LikeLike Reply And so it goes, Its spring for me, I can tell by the blossom And green of the trees 🙂 LikeLike Reply Ah, if only it were always spring. I guess it’s always spring somewhere. Perhaps the answer is to be a nomad. 🙂 Enjoy your spring, my distant friend. Hugs, Brenda LikeLike Reply Thanks, though of all the seasons, Autumn is my favourite 🙂 LikeLike Reply Autumn is my favorite, too, but Spring is so special, winter is over and summer is coming. Autumn is so lovely here when the leaves change. Halloween happens. Thanksgiving is yum. It’s a great season. But the ending of summer is always bittersweet. LikeLike Reply Something I do miss, here many trees and shrubs are evergreen so there is not the same change that I recall from England, one ambition of mine, is to see New England in Autumn.. LikeLike Reply If you ever come, we must have dinner together. 🙂 LikeLike Sounds like a reasonable plan 🙂 LikeLike Brenda, your words provide a beautiful and magical song…and the image is so very magical…I love it all! Hugs! LikeLike Reply Wendell, Thank you! I love fall, but it’s a love for the bittersweet moments of reflection, a love for the changes life brings. 🙂 Hugs. Brenda LikeLike Reply Very nice 🙂 LikeLike Reply Thank you! You reply was lost in the spam, but I found it. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Acorns are falling is right! Not used to sweeping a driveway so much. GAH. Happy Fall! LikeLike Reply Happy Fall! My neighbor has dents in her car from the acorns hitting. She said the pings wake her at night. 🙂 LikeLike Reply One fell on my hand the other day. Super ouch. And where there are acorns, there are squirrels. It’s like an army up in that tree. LikeLike Reply Ouch! I had an acorn hit my head once, and I swear a squirrel was laughing somewhere behind all those leaves. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Lovely! LikeLike Reply Great post…Thanks for sharing your post and following me at Confessional Poetry. I have moved please check out my new blog at http://www.writerannjohnsonmurphree.wordpress.com I call it Libretto…if you are following Libretto I appreciate your loyalty. Ann LikeLike Reply Ann, I love your writing, and I love your new story about Cotton. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I’m poised for those changes, unseen, too! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Those are the best kind! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yes! 🙂 LikeLike Reply love it! LikeLike Reply Yeah! LikeLike Reply Love the contrast of the red and blue, and your new version of this old verse. LikeLike Reply I’m glad you like my reframing an old childhood favorite. 🙂 I remember endless versions of this from my elementary school days. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Yes, it has always been fun to play with. LikeLike Reply I love this 🙂 LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: GOOD ROLLICKING RHYME! LikeLike Reply It is for sure and it is sad to see our flowers go! Still one more show left though! This is beautiful! 💗💗 LikeLike Reply Summers fly by and the winter seems to drag despite the days of winter being shorter. It’s funny. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Yu are right about that! I think because the days are shorter! Good point LikeLike Reply You captured the essence of one season slowly blending into the next…. LikeLike Reply Thanks! I like the times of change, they seem magical. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Love it! Red roses are my favourite! LikeLike Reply Yeah! I love them, too. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.