Saturday, December 05, 2009

Roses in December

December fifth, and though the trees are bare
there's still a rosebush with a late-blown bloom.
A trace of summer lingers here and there

a dab of red, a waft of scented air
a touch of August captured in perfume.
December fifth, and though the trees are bare

and dead leaves rustle down the concrete stair
a scarlet blossom braves the winter gloom.
A trace of summer lingers here and there

on bushes as disheveled as the hair
of sleepers roused from winter-darkened rooms.
December fifth, and though the trees are bare

defiant roses challenge the despair
of dead grass shaking out a seedless plume.
A trace of summer lingers here and there

although this morning, frost was everywhere
and on the calendar, these numbers loom:
December fifth. But though the trees are bare
a trace of summer lingers here and there.

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4 comments:

Richard Wells said...

Very nicely done, and a gift.

G.R. LeBlanc said...

Wow. Absolutely beautiful!

Gisele

Tabatha said...

Love your imagery!!

Nell Jean said...

I quoted the following line from your poem:

... a scarlet blossom braves the winter gloom.
A trace of summer lingers here and there

on bushes as disheveled as the hair
of sleepers roused from winter-darkened rooms

-- giving you credit and linking to this post. I hope that is permissible under Creative Commons. The line precedes four pics from my garden, taken today. The entry will post tomorrow morning 12/27 around 7 am.

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