These Bright November Mornings

By John I. Blair

On these bright November mornings,
When finches flock onto the feeders
And sunshine on the birdbath

Shatters into blinding shards,
I find it hard to hide my heart
In dark places.

One final autumn rose
Has bloomed beyond the deck
And sheds a fragile fragrance.

I bring it fresh into the house
And sit beside you on the bed
To see you smile.

©2012 John I. Blair