The yellow rose of summer past. (Click picture for larger view)
"'Twas a yellow rose,The roses are now gone, only the pansy and marigold provide the splash of sun in our garden until summer comes again.
By that south window of the little house,
My cousin Romney gathered with his hand
On all my birthdays, for me. save the last;
And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough,
For roses to stay after.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh (bk. VI)
Submission for PXITE topic "yellow". (end of post)