What if roses bloomed in winter snow;
their brilliant color released against
God’s white back-drop canvas of life?
Would their luscious scent be encased
in a chilled six-sided snow flake;
then burst forth with sun’s melting snow?
Who would stop to see such a sight;
people doing their shoveling
to push away winter’s messy scene?
Would they crystallize like sugar
atop a wedding cake’s splendor
saved for the one year’s gala sight?
Why do roses sleep long in place
through Valentine’s special love day;
into Easter’s grand triumph stage?
Would there not be a better choice
than between produce and deli
sitting in bins of public place?
Why does the brilliance of young love
camouflage in a wintry life
in lieu of everlasting love?
Should it not bloom like fresh roses
did during first love’s sweet embrace;
still holding hands with one’s true love?
Lining up at dVerse with Claudia and Poetics– The Art of Letting Go… trying to let go of snow!