Gathering the very last roses
In the cold of a November night
As snowflakes begin to fall
Paled by the frail moon light
Thorny stems rigidly resist
The executioner’s icy blade
Gentleness thaws tarnished petals
As Summer’s departing kiss fades
Placed into a tall vase of water…
Reviving a romantic fragrance
The divine scent softly embraces
Bidding farewell…to existence
11/20/08
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