James M Barrie, (attributed) (1860 - 1937) | Scottish
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
Gertrude Robinson Ross
Go and seek in memory's lane
For roses in December.
There you'll find each lovely thing
Only you remember.
Once you saw a sun-red sail
Through a fog bank shimmer.
One dark night you saw the moon
Astride two tall pines glimmer.
Once at dead of night a bird
Wakened you with singing.
From a ground fog once you saw
Tips of young trees springing.
On a chimney pot a gull,
Like a bird of warning,
You saw standing quite alone
One translucent morning.
Would you cull in memory's lane
Roses in December,
Strew the seeds of lovely things
Only you remember.
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