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.
Monday, April 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: grief