The Rose

Still I marvel at the beauty of roses, these by my front step in the moonlight. Whenever I think of roses I also think of a writing by Leonard Cohen.

I was never bothered by the rose. Some people talk about it all the time. It fades, it blooms. They see it in visions, they have it, they miss it. I made some small efforts to worry about the rose but they never amounted to much. I don't think you should do those things to a flower.

I am unsure why I love this so much, I guess it is just Leonard!