Winter RoseA Poem by Kathy Van KurinAn old rose bush which is growing a single rose, now in the dead of winter.Winter
Rose
My
spicy winter rose you adorn, viewed through window pane. I,
the gardener, have pruned your gnarly hard wood canes. Days
of Midsummer, lowest root stock, dead wood purged. Your
face open, a single curved petal now unfurled within cold winter light. January
flower: gift of floral red extended. I
awake again to see you. A friend’s smiling face. But
it is winter. The wonder, the gift; For you my heart keeps hoping. Would
I long for your fragrance, in a glass vase displayed? To
bring you in, caress your velvet petals, inhaling sweetness? Through
autumn, leaves fell like rain. Winter
watches still, for you were my Christmas rose. You
brought joy, what a treasure! On
dormancy’s stage you hold a place of honor. Creation waits as your strength flourishes. Without
a word uttered you sing an aria of wonder. My
one long stemmed rose growing in winter. © 2018 Kathy Van KurinAuthor's Note
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Added on January 13, 2018Last Updated on April 28, 2018 AuthorKathy Van KurinORAboutEverything in and about me has become materiel to ponder, analyze and find meaning and beauty. This life journey is all about revealing lessons many times hidden until dug up and planted then finding .. more.. |

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