Marbles

Marbles

02 November 2014

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Love me as I love this last rose
November’s orphan, blossom of solitude
Growing without companions to witness velvet
Leaves and thorn protected stem reaching skyward.
A late bloomer, lone adornment of my barren garden
Unaware of the season’s end, scavenging sunbeams,
Unaware even of its natural dignity and grace.
Then love me as I love inhaling its strong damask
Fragrance: how it emanates from red imperial folds
Newly changed from bud into full blown 
Bewitching beauty