Red Rose blooming within encompassing October snowfall
We most certainly did enjoy it while it lasted;
several delightful days of Indian Summer,
that brief idyllic, illusory return to late
summer, a rare and appreciated kindness
of nature, too briefly offering a surcease of
the wind, cold and icy rain of late fall,
hauling us ineluctably into frigid winter.
How we revelled in the mild atmosphere,
the kiss of gentle breezes, the still-warming
sun placidly beaming its rays from the wide
blue bowl of heaven. Trees still holding fast
their diminishing veil of pale golds, blushing
pinks,with the acrid fragrance of autumn
heralding stern winter held in abeyance.
In these northern climes what a difference
a day makes. Just as we became comfortable
with moderation...the warmth...cessation of
cold...harrying wind and rain, nature, in her
teasing exhibitionist folly, re-introduced the
reality of the seasons. Returning winter's
approach with her wildly impish humour.
Wind swept remaining leafs from tree branches,
sending them skittering in colourful whorls
down streets abandoned to excessive cold,
sleeting rain, descending temperatures. Until
finally, with nightfall our disbelieving eyes
witnessed the courage of a single blooming rose
blanketed with snow in the garden as it slanted
its white presence in the provocative wind.
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