My Sweet December Rose

Under the dark oppressing December sky you bloom for me still.

Alas though with a dearth of winters chill you shine forth from shear will.

Though your coat be sparse, and your thorns worn and broken by time,

Oh you, my rose of December will always be an inspiration of mine.

For it was in the soft dancing light of the large summer moon,

that you sweet rose in all your brilliance came to me full bloom.

Therefore it is unto you my engaging rose of December

That I from within the frost of deepest winter that I, will always…

always remember the soft fragrance of summer, from your precious bloom..

J. Allen Wilson © TWELVE 2006

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