November's Rose
Fallen frost its dew point laden
Holds the rose as a fair maiden
Briskly touching her petals spice
Forging magic in dewdrops ice
Paused unwrapping her coat open
Her pageant exposed and woken
Upon the snow where rains commenced
She reached so brave her life expensed
The cold did bite and roots did freeze
Just one last thrust her beauty pleased
These eyes cast on crimson in white
Would she make it through the long night?
I plucked her there a saving grace
It put a smile upon my face
To see splendor endure such strife
An icy grave not halting life
So in a vase I placed her well
To keep alive this sweet noel
November 25, 2020
Lay November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
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