This spectacular rose is the last man standing, the end-of-the-season, the climax, a final offering from this hardy rosebush in October.  Here, glistening in cold Autumn rain, this single rose puts out a beautiful, fragrant cloud each day, a scented greeting to anyone arriving or departing through the gate…  🙂

07 Oct This entry was published on 2012/10/07 at 5:31 pm. It’s filed under Autumn, Farm & Rural, Feelings, Haiku, Life+Wisdom, Nature, Season, Senses and tagged autumn, end of season, fragrance, Haiku, haikugrams, haikumages, rose, scent, single, solitary, summer, undivided, unshared. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.