Winter's Rose Poem by Gary Scott Gebert

Winter's Rose



It isn't ice that melts upon a rose—
but Winter's breath,
leaving tiny diamonds to reflect our love.
And it's small reminders that whisper
between the sparkling crystals, magnified in the sunshine
that create a pool of desire—only you can drink.

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Gary Scott Gebert

Gary Scott Gebert

Milwaukee, WI
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