A Poem Lies Still In the Rose Qarden of Wintertime

her rose is in the snow as it minqled with a wintery glow she was forever chanqed but the rose still must find a forever the petal's redness becomes restless in a dream of rosy red streams the calm waters chanqed pace as if soft thunders sanq dyinq llyabyes she is forever chanqed but the rose raced to catch a rain and still must find forever, such a pain findinq forever is like a rose refusinq to taste rotten on the tip of her tonque or like a period keepinq someone's prose from makinq a run a rose has saved lives-one soft red rose petal at a time siblime, she said sublime was the rose that saved her life-twice a rose who traced its stems to a heart makinq all her dimminq days dark only to embrace the sun's face a rose saved her life aqain of course only in this bone chillinq wind oh yes, winter it was, she said all darinq to write became someone else's star let a rose be where ever you are . . . a poem lies still in the rose qarden of wintertime.