Stan and Bette Solomons

The yellow roses greet the dawn
honey, butter, clotted-cream.
Bright and optimistic
the Ruby rose looks down.
High noon, the golden roses fade.
The Piccadilly petals blush,
beguiled by Belles Courtisanes,
flaunting their bold and shocking pink.
The Ruby winks her eye.
In the drowsy afternoon
Fragrant Cloud in crimson glory
exhales its heady scent.
The Ruby rose is confident
wreathed in her subtle perfume.
Twilight, and all colours fade.
The shy white Damask rose appears
Luminescent in the dusk.
And the Ruby sleeps.