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Snow Upon the Roses

Updated on October 29, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

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


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you and so glad this brought you pleasant memories of your mom Jackie.

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 weeks ago from The Beautiful South

      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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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      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.

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      Threekeys 3 weeks ago from Australia

      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)

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      shanmarie 3 weeks ago

      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.

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      FlourishAnyway 3 weeks ago from USA

      Beautiful images and words to match.

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      Kristen Howe 3 weeks ago from Northeast Ohio

      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.