Twelve Roses

Navaris Darson

Out of twelve roses,

you had to throw eleven away 

because they shriveled up 

and turned black.

It was Nature’s hand 

that forced their demise,

but now you are certain

you will harm whatever you hold. 

Even still, one rose remains,

pink and in full bloom, 

leaning toward the sun

and desiring your care.

A lone rose in a large glass vase,

clinging to its fragile beauty, 

fighting against impossible odds,

and holding on just for you. 

November 7, 2019