for a walk today
while the rain rained ~
~ A single rose
caught my eye in mid stride,
steady raindrops brightened,
monotones of silver-grey rain
broken, slate grey clouds hovered
over shining gilt encrusted
lacy green-gold leaves,
pinpricked by autumn dryness ~
softened by the fall of autumn rain.
“ If the rose puzzled its mind over the question how it grew,
it would not have been the miracle that it is.”
~ J.B.Yeats
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