Stories and Poems

The Winter Rose (poem)

The winter air is cold,

The roads covered with snow.

Icicles hang low,

such a frozen world to behold.

But in the vast sea of white,

I see a color,

a single wonder

giving off its own soft light.

A single rose,

growing in the snow.

How can it grow?

Where it always snows.

In this land of ice

where everything's white,

surrounded by light,

despite the glacial nights.

Oh, this winter rose.

With such beauty to behold,

and it's color so bold.

I don't care how it arose.

Oh winter rose,

your beauty grows

every time it snows

and I hope you never go