Symphony of The Last Rose of Summer          : oil painting and text by ; thomas j nixon                                                                                                                                                         The  last roses of summer are blooming is good company . A rose garden symphony is playing out it's final movement . All crescendo have risen on cue to an orchestra conductor's magical wand . A sweet wild rosy perfume  floats away on musical notes to outer space oblivion . Memories of a well lived and full of love life float away like the final breaths of life's sweet  aroma .                                                     She too is going away to join so many who have traversed before her . Already she contemplates where  they went . Their crossing the threshold always brought a tear to her eye  as she respectfully waved a hand good by .So  fondly in her heart their memories always remained . As the  last roses  of summer pail and die her minds eye visits another side of life . It is while on that side she communes with the past . Visions as thin as dried rose petals expose  dead relatives and she talks to these shadow less ghosts . In the dwindling roses of summer  autumn like her awaits gracefully . Respectfully ghosts from her past wave now  to her and softly as rose petals call out her name .  Soon Jack Frost's cold and flaming kiss will usher in autumn  and the last roses of summer symphony will conclude as the orchestra plays ti- dumb ,dumb , dumb .