Though it’s late in the season,
The rose is still an optimist,
Sending forth new buds
And opening her petals to the waning sun
As it slides lower in the sky.
Though dark approaches, she still breathes
Her gift of hope, the scent of positivity
To ease the hearts of those of us who fear
The darkness may be winning
And the light
May never come again.
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