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.

// haikumages // ©russ murray 


“Haikumages” are short poems (mostly haiku and senryu-style) combined with images (mostly original photographs and graphics) by Russ Murray.

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