A White Rose
In the wakening wafts of
a wintery morning
The first bursting blooms
of a young rose
Bruised in the frosty
days just gone
But vibrant and sensuous
Full of life's compassion
A white rose
of pure fragrance...
Sweet innocence surviving
the tragedies of error
Opening and
welcoming me inwards
In it's arms pure love
and gentility
An embracing magic
in it's unfolding petals
Floating in the fine mists
of a dewy morning
Freshly touched by
the heavenly vapors
And freely given
in enticing engagement
A beauteous gem of
pure sweetness
A white rose of
serenity and passion...
