Dark is the shades of November
the last rose clings to the vine
the pink blush may be gone
a lot of the petals have fallen
still among weeds it still shines
love will also stand the killing frost
staying warm though cold winds do blow
the rose lives by blooming each season
eternal it will grow with the spring
like our love continues to glow…
Great line about the frost. You represent the ups and downs here. Hugs,
Sheila
hug
Kathy
Be always safe,
Karen
Like . . . . . . so many things.
This poem is one of the best I've read about that subject.
Georg
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Hugs,
Chrissie
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose