by Mary E. Lowd
November 7, 2019
The November rose
Doesn’t care about the time
Or weather or
The growing darkness
All around
The November rose is here
And shines like the sunrise
Glowing softly
For the sheer love
Of being
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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