Autumn's Charm

A special kind of rose,
That sprouts in unusual places.
Never once in stories told,
Hence all these shocked faces.

Isn't it amazing,
That it's neither Spring nor Summer?
But it blossoms as if it's watered,
Pretty much Autumn's charm.

A special kind of rose,
All proud and shameless.
Giving colour in clear fall,
Breaking the stigma once and for all.

What could it be,
If not a way-paving for others?
A sweet reason to be...
Even if the season isn't in your favour.

All alone,
Bright and bold for all to desire.
And maybe one day,
We'll walk in rose bushes despite dry lands and heavy sands.