Dominic Windram

Winter's Last Rose

Winter's last rose; rose of regret:
O how once your radiant beauty
Shimmered in summer's potent hour.
Now your faded petals offer,
Only a glimpse of that power.

Now diamond points of ice cruelly
Surround your flesh pink, Christ like presence.
The whine of winter's bitter song;
The cold claws of grief; the grey silence:
The landscape scorns its chosen one.

Neglected rose; rose of regret.