Solitary rose / its purpose unshared, emits / fragrance of many.

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…  🙂

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 , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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