Monday, November 7, 2011

And Outside The Window...

Deep into Autumn, I sat this night in my office at home, and in the light outside the window movement and color caught my eye.  Leaves have gathered and danced their last across nature, grass has captured the white stories of frozen dew, and the rose bushes have shed leaves, with thorns naked and unyielding.

But there it was.  There it is.  A rose.  Defiance and beauty to capture life, and my eye.  One last rose pushing on and telling one last tale of birth amongst the dying, and the legacy of simply being.


it bore frost in early morning 
gathered what little sunlight 
diminished days gave for free 

and even in a night of November 
red life burns and fragrance 
twinkles in the eye of this beholder; 

the rose, the rose 
wanting its season 

unfolding to defy the turnings of 
hours, weeks, and expectations; 

the rose in a night of November 
carries on with living alone in 
darkness and pleased to 
be so. 

Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo taken at home by R. Baker, November 7, 2011. 


  1. rick i was riding my bike the other day through the countryside and i saw wayyyy up high two perfectly red apples all on their own. sisters to your rose which you so beautifully share through the photograph and most especially, your words!! steven

  2. Thank you Steven...The rose bushes around my tiny deck were planted by the long time owners of the house. This summer they just grew and bloomed on their own, with no help from me! Beautiful roses for most of the season. Perhaps next spring I should learn to nurture them a bit and see what happens!


  3. Your poem captures the essence of the lone rose... it is beautifully stated & the rose well captured for posterity.