02 November 2014


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 of its natural dignity and grace

Then love me as I love inhaling its damask fragrance

How it emanates from red imperial folds
Newly changed from bud into full blown 
Bewitching beauty