'roses'
Learn more about other poetry terms
His quivering hands hold back
His eyes stare wide
Should he take the roses
Or shrivel up and hide?
The scarlet Rose of the castle garden was sullied by the cold and frostbite of the clearest Snow of that winter.
Her bright red petals and thorns fell into the soft yet icy embrace of Snow.
The Snow kept her Rose frozen in time.
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones.
This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
In a rose garden
With blinding billowing sunlight
Some roses bloom early
Some bloom late
And some not at all.
I sit in the court yard
Of the holding place where people shrivel and die
