In my Garden
On the day before winter came
On that warm and balmy
Goodbye kiss
Three red roses brushed my heart
With their still beguiling and fragrant breath.

In my Garden
On that day before winter came
No other blooms remained
The wasted brown and spindly forms
Staggered to their beds
And bid me well for the winter ahead.

From my Garden
I removed one rose, she was sore to go
And leave her fellows all alone
So delicate are these connections
And so frail the feelings of flowers.
A goodbye kiss.

Louise Dery-Wells
October 1999

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