Winter Rose

Around and round and falling down
And in descent, there is no sound
Snow angels and snow castles form
Beneath dark skies, among a storm

Crystalline when the sunlight shows
Melting with flit of morning crows
That essence sleeps (though in repose)
Just for a time, the Winter Rose

Chasm outreaches with white gold
Window glass is a touch so cold
Night breeze like airy thorns transform
Returning, yearning to be warm

Crystalline when the sunlight shows
Melting with flit of morning crows
That essence sleeps (though in repose)
Just for a time, the Winter Rose

(c) Kay Irvin