Beauty

There's beauty still in this here dead rose. In its former life, it was a garish yellow, brazen against the red brick of school. It was in good company, with masses of other yellow roses alongside it. 

Now it stands alone, brave against the stark, empty stems of its former neighbours.

And yet, it still appealed to me over the bright jonquils which nodded their jaunty heads just around the corner.

Its tenacity. Its courage. Its strength.

And its shrivelled beauty.

~Barking~