A winter rose is very rare
Whose delicate petals weep
As the bitter north winds blows
Them fiercely off to sleep
They awaken from their slumber
Beneath a warming sun
And rise to stretch in glory
As a new day has begun
The winter rose has flourished
Through the passing time
A symbol of life's passion
And love that is sublime
A new beginning, never to end
A life's passion, deeper than the sea
Embracing this thirsty soul
Never to be separated again
By the north wind blows..this winter rose
Beautiful poem. A winter rose for each one of you. Warmest regards, Sandra
Another wonderful collaboration producing a great poem, a big (10) from me. Melvina
A beautiful sign of hope and love strong enough to survive the harshness of winter, and also a wonderful metaphor. Nice collaboration effort - you three do justice to each other making this three times more enjoyable! Thank you! Linda :)
Winter rose is so much prettier than the botanical name Helloborus, but the plant is quite a stunner, irrespective of what name you choose to call it. And this poem is quite a stunner too. You three are certainly on a roll. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a burning passion.......vividly expressed! Excellent composition.