Winter Rose
In March I asked the daffodil
What secrets it might hold
And like the loose-lipped lily
The flower gladly told
Now December’s icy breath
Shudders the shriveled rose
And I do not dare to ask it
For fear of what it knows.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2022
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