December Rose

Talon Ribsam

 

December Rose

 

My my, what a flower! Bursting

Through the black and white frost

Just to cast a smile towards a weakened sun

 

Gusts of crushing wind came slapping

Viciously against the pink petals

But not every natural beauty is a fragile one

 

Upright, facing the faded flash

The soft heroine stood strong and alone

Waiting patiently in a fluorescent pose

 

My my, what a flower! Dangling

Over a bed of death, eluding

The coffee-stained expiration of a December rose

 

~ for grandma~

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