Sunday, January 1, 2017

The First of a New Year: My Best

I really didn't have a photo I thought of as my best.
This photo was taken last month, on a cold day.
There were dead hosta, lying gold and 
translucent in their beds. 
Then I turned to see one bright rose,
shining brightly as the late afternoon sun 
heated the limestone block, 
and chill breezes froze everything 
else to the ground.