A WINTER ROSE

A WINTER ROSE

I saw it early in the morning

When the frost was on the grass,

A picture of impeccable beauty ~

I could not let this moment pass.

Dewdrops on the petals

Of this winter flower,

A fragrance in my garden

In the early morning hour.

Too soon will come the cold wind

And the petals will be blown,

One single forlorn blossom

In my garden I have grown.

Yet it encourages me

To also stand strong and tall,

One solitary blossom,

In my garden by the wall.

This winter rose holds beauty

And memories of days gone by,

Why, then am I surprised

To find a tear within my eye.

In the quiet of early morning

When the garden shares a hush,

I find that am captivated by

A winter rose’s blush.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2007