A Flower In Winter Poem by Gerard Heathcote

A flower in winter is natures rarity
A season for that which has no belonging
Market shelves scented from distant shores
challenge decembers dark and dreary afternoon

You have the scene arrange itself - as we seem to do
Have I saved this afternoon for you
Prepared for all the things to be said or left unsaid
A basket empty of flowers, like a lost lover's bed

A windy day drives the last leaves of autumn
Into the hedgerows starved of the summers sun
Naked but sap filled branches hibernate
Waiting impatient for the spring's herald

Checkout the flower's nervous skip at summer's end
charming the gatherer's rose vase with a smile
But Voiceless, tied by the scarf of silence
A life's hatreds battened in a black clothed head