"A Winter Rose"

Through winter frost and deep December gloom
It struggles through to brighten dismal days.
The winter rose is not a feeble bloom
But bears the scars of Mother Nature’s ways.
 
A yellow bud that in the spring is lost
Amongst the multitude of showy heads
Shines brighter though its petals tell the cost
Of shedding light on winter’s withered beds.
 
How many bundled folk will pass this way
So buried deep within their muddled lives
They never see the beauty on display?
A single rose, its head held high, survives.
 
Go dance amid the easy summer crowd
Or stand alone, a rose in winter, proud.


© SusanL - member/poet on the All Poetry website



A single rose remains in the garden at Mum's, probably courtesy of the exceptionally mild temperatures we've mostly been experiencing so far this winter.  The rest of the garden looks a complete mess - must try and do something about that...

My nephew and his fiancée joined us for a carvery lunch.  They both have really busy jobs - Matthew is a much in-demand carpenter working all over the London area, and Emma is the manager of a care home and is constantly on-call even on Christmas Day.  It was lovely to see them both, and we look forward to spending some more time with them over Christmas.