Red Winter Roses
My arbored vines were frozen since mid-December.
The seasonal chill, no one is able to tame,
but my red winter roses, planted in September,
have profusely budded and their blooms are aflame.
Radiantly colored, their beauty wins acclaim.
Protected from the wind by a stand of bamboo,
they thrive near the garden path along the north wall.
To statuesque height, on slender jade stalks they grew,
rising like green monoliths, towering quite tall...
shielding winter roses from flurries of snowfall.
I observe the view through a frosted window pane.
Tiny snowflake crystals softly tumble aground,
waking childhood memories where emotions reign.
The setting so felicitous that I'm spellbound
watching snowdrifts as they accumulate and mound.
I have the blithe perception of a snow globe scene
in which a little girl leans on her windowsill
eyeing her snowman sparkle with a glossy sheen.
It's a picturesque theater, silent and still.
A milieu causing me to reach for ink and quill.
12/25/2022
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