November Rose:- Michelle Metje 11/18/2014
Don’t you know that I’m the only one that see’s you?
That everything around you is gone?
The leaves of the trees have fallen.
Even the leaves on your branch are brown.
And the world is full of people moving
Too quickly to stay out of the cold
To see… remember…or acknowledge you.
The beauty of your bloom lost in their haste.
Do you only exist in my memory?
Vivid and red and fresh…
A snapshot of something once beautiful
Full of hope for what could be?
I want to scream to the heavens
“DON’T YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?”
“CAN’T YOU FEEL WHAT I FEEL?”
Don’t you miss the Spring rose enough to see this?
The rose is still here in November…
Just as much as it was in July!
And in my heart it will bloom each new day…
Because in my heart I still know it’s alive.