Each year, as the leaves change color and fall, collecting on the front steps, drifting and dashing around the backyard, inevitably a slender rose blooms. Sometimes the rose lingers, through frosty mornings and cold grey afternoons. One small rose staying on through late November, a quiet reminder that once all the leaves are gone, the branches empty, the airy, pale blush of colors will be back again next Spring.
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