Summer's End

The rose has all but paled,
the sweet-pea has gone to seed.
Where the daffodils once swayed,
is now covered by a deadly weed.

The daisy has lost its last petal,
in a fight for love or not.
And the last of the pansies,
are looking a little fraught.

The lavender has now faded,
along with its aromatic scent.
By the looks of the gardenia,
it too, will soon be spent.

I look around the garden,
and see summer's final end.
And I sense His second coming,
is just around the bend.