Mid-November Rose
By: Heather Nanni
The hour has almost arrived
when the first snow will fall.
It’s shimmering beauty
will bring you death.
Even still, you stand tall, regal
among your fallen comrades.
In you I see no fear-
only defiance.
Seized by fallen leaves.
The gray tide of winter engulfing the sky.
You remain-
alone and brave.
You sprout new life
in the face of impending death.
And we are awed by your courage.
Do you mourn your fate
that you will perish in your prime
while your sisters withered with old age?
In the face of the end
you have never been more beautiful, radiant, alive.
Do you know?
Do you know?
You must-
and yet here we find you.
Poised-
A final reminder that beauty resides in this place.
And as you hold strong
Willing the storm to pass
We too pray
for theĀ courage to do the same.
Powerful in its beauty! Well done! –Dennis
Thank you Dennis! Having just discovered your blog, I took some time to read your work and was absolutely mesmerized. I am honored that you read and liked my poem. I am looking forward to enjoying more of your poetry.