A winter white rose
As if she dares the pending snow
Ringed with velvet petals
Her heart is crazy bold.
As if she holds off passing time
She chafes against the cold.
Frailer blooms have bowed their heads.
To dark and murderous winter’s doom.
The season’s taken many things
It’s chill-expected toll.
Her fragrance wanes.
Her spine now curves in weakened pain.
With dignity she wakes each morn
Single tear-petals drip past thorns
On their journey to the ground.
One winter white rose
Know’s not her season to expire.
Wakes each morn with lovely valor.