Snow Upon the Roses
Our love,
as sweet as summer wine,
for days of pure bliss -
wandering where we may.
Not much to say,
for love is in both our hearts,
with the smiling sun above
and the moon beaming -
upon our summer nights.
As we go dancing,
between the moonbeams,
dreaming dreams
and making wishes upon,
the stars twinkling so bright.
Like butterflies,
we dance through the days,
filled with flowers
and the pure beauty,
that the summer brings,
but as the cooler winds begin to blow,
replacing more and more,
the tender summer breezes –
I shiver catching a feel,
of the autumn winds –
as they come blowing in.
My thoughts fly,
to the changing of the seasons
and I know that you and I,
will dance together -
along with the swirling autumn leaves.
The sun will still warm us
and nature will be,
in so many different colors.
The nights we’ll warm,
one another
and dream upon the stars,
now in a cold and glittering sky,
but as the autumn days,
drift by,
I wonder how it will be
and if our love can survive -
the coming of the winter.
With memories of our summer,
with aching heart,
just thinking,
that now the snow,
is upon the roses -
that once grew so free and wild.
During the frosty nights
Will you still hold me tight?
Will we make footprints
side by side through the ice and snow?
keeping each other warm
and holding on tight,
until the spring once more,
creeps over the windowsill.
Will you still be there -
when the snow is upon the roses?
© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee
Comments
AUTHORThank you, Michael. I have left you some Hub mail.
What a beautiful way to share your poetry. My mother had two rose bushes in her front yard. One of the bushes was given from my great aunt to plant. They brought so much color to her home. I remember cutting them so we could put some in a vase. I got pricked more than once but it was worth it. To see snow on them would be a special sight. Thanks for sharing. May your day continue to blossom even in the coldest of all months.
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Thank you Robin.
Wow, this was a snowy wonderland for me. I am drinking my hot coffee and getting a good vibe from your Snow of roses a perfect form and cool style of writing my friend
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Thank you Ann.
Great imagery here! I loved this and it has the uncertainty of love carrying through it all.
Ann
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Thank you and so glad this brought you pleasant memories of your mom Jackie.
So beautiful and although I know it is a romantic writing I could not help but think of my mom who loved roses so much and many times have I seen snow on her roses...which of course I will never see again.
Thank you for those memories.
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Thank you Threekeys. I can just imagine how lovely those roses are. Lucky you to have them right next door.
Thank you Shanmarie. Cannot take credit for the photo but lucky to have round this one.
Thank you FlourishAnyway.
Thank you Kristen. Yes, unfortunately it is growing colder day by day.
Soft and full of dreamy landscapes. I have a neighbour who grows deep red wine roses amongst sunshine yellow and snowwhite coloured roses. Everytime I walk by I check on "my roses"-well, we are neighbours, aren't we? (smile)
Beautiful picture Rama! I have one similar that I took of the rose bush outside of our apartment a few years ago. Unread just after one of our very rare ice storms. Just before it but, the roses were still in full bloom. Never really know what to expect for winter here, I guess.
Your poem is hauntingly romantic. Haunting because it is beautiful and serene, yet sad and wistful too.
Beautiful images and words to match.
Rose, this was another one of your profoundly beautiful poems. I loved the imagery and the photo. Pretty soon, winter would hit her full blast to cover the ground and the roses.
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