In Darkness and In Light
Winter Rose
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The winter had an early spawn
From among remains of snow
A rose begun to grow by dawn
Reason of phenomena unknown
In blizzards and thrashing rain
Sweeping winds and icy hail
Strong it stood to withhold pain
To grow this rose would not fail
Beneath a single ray of light
Dressed in morning vapour dew
The little life continued to fight
Blooming as a rarity among few
In the cold and gloomy mist
A man walked upon crisp ground
Stepping beside with a near miss
The blossom this stranger found
His garden the winter had froze
Leaving roughened fingers numb
Now once again with this rose
He could create what he had begun
This rose a mystical anomaly
Of nature’s sweet secrets untold
It had its own fine harmony
And needed little light to grow
Through seasons the years past
It proliferated dozens more
Though life is not created to last
This rose exempt to nature’s law
A simple metaphor holds a clue
To the product of earths love
The beauty behind it simply true
Like the loyalty of a paired dove
Roses are wonderful and many
Though in this singular he knew
He found the lucky bronze penny
And forever his rare rose is you