Winter Roses


Winter roses, left at her door—

Someone remembered that she

Missed him more than ever before—

White petals edged with dusk and

Dew—frosted, lying against the snow.

Someone remembered her heart

Was yet aching, still breaking, even though

Long years had past, like tides which continue

The rhythmic washing away of the shore—

Someone remembered that no one, now

Would bring her pale roses anymore.

White winter flowers, to mark the day—

Someone remembered that he

Was all she’d had of love, tattered dream.

Someone remembered that he

Was pale roses—a mere shadow clung to

As she walked the floors of silent dark

In solemn vigil—what did she pray?

What was she waiting, hoping, for

Throughout those hours, nights of her life?

Someone remembered her—clouded

Child of autumn beauty she’d been—

How she breathed the peppery perfumed

Roses, and smiled when he said, “come away.”

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