About November
days grow colder and leaves drop
nothing left to say
Thanksgiving as we knew it
has just been cancelled
A late rose unfurls
unfazed by fall's chilly air
a joy to behold
Appearing late fall
certainly a late bloomer
reincarnation
We learn as children
some pills are hard to swallow
but we accept them
Hanging out awaiting
the forgone conclusion
life always goes on
We are all heroes
when we tell our own story
it's the way to be
Many have fallen
while a few hardy ones last
hoping against hope