Sunday, November 21, 2010

Day One Hundred Twenty-One

Copyright 2010.  The lone rose I could find left in the Lexington cemetary after a brief warm spell.
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*... Just remember, in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow,
lies the seed that with the sun's love,
in the spring,
becomes the rose.*

-- Bette Midler --

1 comment:

Patty Ann said...

I have always loved this song. And I love your rose. Especially because it is alone.