Roses for my City of Roses
My apartment perches
Atop its tier of four
Where I look out into the
Treetops that surround me.
In winter when the branches
Are bare and sere and twin
In color to the leaden sky,
They still are beautiful to see.
The longest and the coldest
Of the three autumns I have
Passed here, the rainiest and
Grayest I have yet endured,
Will in the end be only water
For my City of Roses
