November Rose

Late beauty

Amidst the decay

a last rose bloomed.

Soft and perfect,

Subtle fragrance,

Delicate,

Fragile.

Rising above  

frost tinged leaves,

Defiant.

Exposing her nakedness 

to the pale sun.

Its warm and gentle touch

a brief kindness

before the long harsh night.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Visually beautiful and poignant with it. Like the last lingering rose from summer. The one that I think I would remember and appreciate most. Very nicely penned. Has a fragile quality.

Chris

[Firebird]

Thank you for reading and for your kind comment Chris. I'm glad you liked it.

[lightsong]

that's lovely, sweet and gentle, hope grows even in the toughest places, that the main idea of this poem.

[zunie frost]

I really love it !!!! Thanks for sharing !!! Great job

[Firebird]

Thank you Zunie! :-)

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully capturing the fragility and wonder in words. Superb.

[Firebird]

Oh ..thank you. You're very kind. :-)

[Nadia_2]

Beautiful use of natural imagery, a really enchanting piece. Thanks for sharing!

[Firebird]

Thank you Nadia! I'm glad you liked it! :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well, they always say..."save the best till last"

and often those who bloom late, bloom with the most color.

a nice soft landing here.

j.

[Firebird]

Thank you Jacob. I value your reviews. Your poems are very clever.