Christmas Rose Poem by C Richard Miles

Now frost is free, can any feeble flower have life?
Can any weakling bud still hang on bough or tree?
How may I gather garlands for my waiting wife,
Now frost is free?

Who will take up a stand against this enemy?
Who will fight the frosty foe and face the strife?
Who will win the winter war and thrive for me?

I will be the bloom that blossoms rare and rife.
I, the Christmas rose, your long-lost hope shall be.
I will brave the cut of chilling cold’s cruel knife,
Now frost is free.