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.