Winter Rose Poem by Susy Evelyne

Winter Rose

Rating: 5.0


Outside my window a winter rose,
white as snow,
comes and goes in the breeze.
Beyond, is the tracery of trees
that do not yet dream of leaves.
Strange it is to see
winter and summer meet
in barest twig and budding rose,
in this grey suburban street.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The climbing rose, Mrs Herbert Stevens, has never bloomed in winter before. In the cool air its cream petals have remained, part-open, since mid December.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lawerence Mize 27 January 2014

Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.

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John Brown 21 January 2014

I like this poem. Tough as old boots are roses, though the flowers look so delicate. In our sheltered back garden we have a myrtle with a few flowers on - in January? ! I fear it will get colder though, before it gets warmer.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 14 January 2014

a petaled hope of summer's bloom exquisitely painted!

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Ravi A 13 January 2014

Very nice poem. I can really feel about the air. I feel that when it is winter and the trees are void of leaves, they should be really dreaming of the leaves. Anyway, I leave it to you.

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