Three Rosebuds



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,


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 ~


one more time

against all odds.


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