Stolen Days As An Enchanted Gardener

I love a rose yellow as a shining sun, petals fanning in the gentle breeze full sail blousy as a mellow moon, a moth benumb, resting in my palm like some lost Holy Grail. Cupping silent skies while they lie in ashes I love yellow roses beside a red brick wall the colour of which has searing hot splashes cooling to white foam, as one by one, they fall. Like armoured knights strewn aside in the battle each falling petal holds my breath in wonder such beauty, found is seen as insubstantial but for me, they're the rewards of plunder- Stolen days as an enchanted gardener each a reminder that these days are short the lease of life, a yellow rose globular from our melting grasp at times unadorned.