The roses surrender.
Defeated by frost:
their heads bowed;
their scent rendered mute.
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November 21, 2012 at 9:38 pm
Tori Nelson
Sad but still beautiful. I always hate to see all the green go away.
November 22, 2012 at 4:22 am
Dana
Then come to Victoria, Tori! Your namesake city beckons you with its year-round greenery and flowers. Who cares about all the winter rain and the higher-than-usual incidence of S.A.D.? The green grass is worth it! 😉
November 25, 2012 at 9:44 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Spring is definitely my favorite time of year. Still, I’m slowly learning to appreciate the stark simplicity of winter.
November 23, 2012 at 11:39 pm
Kathy
They’re surrendered to “what is”…
November 25, 2012 at 9:45 pm
Lunar Euphoria
There’s much to learn from the mean roses.
November 12, 2013 at 11:30 pm
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