Sunday, February 17, 2019

Winter Roses (Sonnet)

East Kent, 17 February 2019

See the timid winter roses
Buffeted by snow and wind
Shy debutantes, geisha faces
Imperilled but undimmed.
On each tiny threadlike tendril
Forever buds show rub of rain
Daubs of pink are pricked at bridal
White with cruel stain.
What can it mean, I question?
Forbearance, to be sure
Modelled prettily in my garden
Why then look for more?
Caprice of beauty, this quiet refrain
Lodged implacably in my brain.


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