Last Flower In The Garden

The last flower of the garden was blooming alone

the last rays of the sun on its blushing leaves shone

Still glittering drop on its bosom reclined

And a few half blown buds amidst its leaves were entwined

Say lonely one, say, why lingerest thou here?

And why on thy bosom relines the bright tear?

'Tis the tear of a Zephyr, for summer it was shed

And for all thy companions now withered and dead

Why lingerest thou here, when all around thee are strown

The flowers once so lovely, by Autumn blast blown?

Say why, sweetest floweret, the last of thy race

Why lingerest thou here the lone garden to grace?

As I spoke a rough blast sent by Winters own hand

Whistled by me, and bent its sweet head to the sand

I hastened to raise it, the dew drop had fled

And the once lovely flower was withered and dead

Lucretia Maria Davidson age 13

This is almost the last flower to bloom in my garden this season.  I just wanted to preserve it and it will entered in this weeks Macro Monday inspired by a poetry theme.  Enjoy.