Roses in November?

Damp pavements, leaf-confetti strewn
Blue bags await the bin platoon
November bluster on parade
Brollies temptingly displayed.

Huge trucks bring St. Nick to the shops
Poverty consumption mocks
Cars brake and vroom at traffic lights
This poet seeks more tender sights ...

And then I spot one – my heart glows
In windswept garden – one pink rose ...
It's fragile beauty, proud and bold
Paves my homeward walk with gold!

(c) Poet in the woods 2018