Clouds lost their weightlessness
On this last day of autumn
Leaves crisp and golden
Now lay lusterless,
Withered with decay
On drenched gray earth.
Low lands, like lakes, from winter rains
Mirrored the heavy dark skies
that floated above.
Frost hardened the gravel
That crunched beneath the wheels
And threatened the fragile leaves
Of that lonely red rose
Through the glass
I watched day by day.
It stood alone amongst weary branches,
Bare, except for the spotted leaf
Like that lonely red rose
With the velvety petals
That hug tight,
The rose survived through
Winter freeze, fierce winds
And the pounding rains,
It waited patiently like a matriarch
For the warmth of spring
To be the model to the many buds
Poised for a new beginning.
Its color changed from day to day
When rays peeked through veils
Of white thin clouds,
Its gold blush pulsated like sparkles.
When the blue gray clouds with silvery mist
Blanketed the surrounding trees
And gray winter weeds,
Softly caressing the velvety petals,
Its bright orange red petals glistened,
Like jewels dazzling the eye.
And then when dark heavy clouds cast black shadows,
Into deep crimson, bright red turned.
A valiant red rose
With a tenacious will
To fight the fearsome winds
That buffeted the sinewy sentinels
And through heavy rains that shook the ground
That lonely red rose defiantly,
It stood alone.