Winter bloom,November rose,Red and glowing in the sun.Sing our hearts To the year's endCheer us on till spring comes.
November Rose
Dancer in Red
Skirt of redFlying,Ballerina pirouettes On tiptoeIn a setting of blueViolet and green,Flower, leaf, LightSunset, RiverSky.
Far from Home
Sycamore leafFar flung from homeAlone now,Without your kin,Among strangers.Free at last, you roam.Caught, not by binding stemTo the home tree;Caught in a new placeLow in the lowly grasses.Sights are foreign.Life is crowded still.You fluttered before;Fought furiouslyFought free; But you didn't know How to fly.Come rest against The wall, the house, The garden gate'Till you find family again.
