Winter Rose

I spoke to a rose who found it interesting to bloom in snow. This is it's story.

        Buffeted by icy winds

Probing every crevice

Chilling to the core

Beauty trapped under ice

 

Said to be out of time

Too early and

Out of place

Crimson on a white canvas

 

Light petals raining

Dripping onto a wet snow

Winds carry the scarlet crumbs away

 

Nosey broken nubs remain

Peaking out of the slush

Their color sapped

 

Snow capped thorns and

Crumpled leaves linger

Awaiting warmer times

 

Through the ice and snow

Through the wind

The rose remains

Because that’s the thing about winter roses

We survive

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

"Said to be out of time
Too early and
Out of place
Crimson on a white canvas"

My favorite stanza. This was really deep and emotional.
Nice Job.

[Niko Azazel]

this is cool and very well written i love the ending it definantly gets the reader's full attention and makes them wanna go back and read the poem again great work