November: Yet a single bloom <br />still flaunts herself defiantly. <br /> A splash of red against the gloom <br />of a depressing dark grey sky. <br /> A scarlet rose last of its kind <br />Contemptuous of the morning frost <br />as if on purpose to remind <br /> us that the battle is not lost. <br />Until the last survivor dies <br /> then winter can claim victory <br />Though we need not believe its lies <br />defeat is only temporary <br />Next year the rose will bloom again. <br />A promise which can’t be broken.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-flag-for-m-lady-tara/
