The gentle petals of a Rose
peeped through the glistening snow
little diamonds, shone in the bright sunlight
a white blanket so frosty and bright
as the Rose froze in the stillness of the day
the flakes pure and untouched
as the thorns tore through the frosty settled glow
it was not like any other day…
the Rose so red like pure new blood
velvet soft petals and so gentle
why had it decided to bloom today
when the snow, what adversity!
was here to stay…
So Spring it is upon us nearly
i can hear the birds now sing out so dearly!
The sun comes up and warms the day
the eve is drawing out i have to say…
but its cold and snowy i do believe
our snow clouds are here to deceive!
so a Rose will grow it wont stay a bud for a long
it will grow though delicate so very strong
and not let the snow deter for living
its beauty is here just for the giving
Rosy’s Prose 