The Rose

written February 2023

Unsplash Image by Seyedeh Hamideh Kazemi

Deep in the forest, the rose grows,
a splash of red against the white.
When the wind blows, her petals scatter far and wide.
Crimson specks on a grey sky.
Winter lingers, and the rose is now barren.
Save for her thorns.
But the rose knows that spring will arrive soon.
When it does, she will once again blossom and bloom.
So she waits in the snow as another storm looms.

Copyright © 2023 Maggie Watson
All rights reserved

Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and Soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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