Three Rosebuds
Though the trees
are almost bare
in my domain
and remind me keenly
of the loss of love ~
Yet, in my awareness
of the outer world
I find, not one,
but three
tight rosebuds
in my garden.
And even one,
golden as a Royal Orb,
blossoming
despite the wintry frosts,
the soft divine perfume
rising as I bend close.
I wonder,
marveling at its bravery,
if, in the midst
of November time,
my heart can emulate
this flower of love.
And ~ for no other reason
than it can ~
blossom
one more time
against all odds.
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