What is December’s rose?
She survives to the last minute
Succumbing only to the first snow
I know those winter blossoms
Dark as the early night
Might be a promise; Just a bud
Basking in the fading autumn light
Still she endures
Only one single rose
And when I cut her loose
And introduce her to the bedroom fare
Warm and moist
She blossoms there.
There is something … Read More