Little Lone Rose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A rose blooming in the snow of winter, not feeling the
icy coldness somehow, looking fragrant and beautiful
under the winter sun.

Giving some joy just by seeing it, brightly red against
the stark white snow, a silent symbol of life and how
it continues to grow no matter what odds are against it.

Heavenly sign showing us that we can all blossom even in
the dead of a winter's lost love and it's total darkness,
it may be the most difficult obstacle in life to overcome.

Years later, remembering that little lone rose, never
forgetting the fragrance of it's everlasting essence in
my mind.

Now placing it into this little poem to be remembered
when I am no longer here on this earth, otherwise no one
will ever know it was here.