A White Rose

In the wakening wafts of
a wintery morning
The first bursting blooms
of a young rose
Bruised in the frosty
days just gone
But vibrant and sensuous
Full of life's compassion
A white rose
of pure fragrance

Sweet innocence surviving
the tragedies of error
Opening and
welcoming me inwards
In its arms pure love
and gentility
An embracing magic
in its unfolding petals
Floating in the fine mists
of a dewy morning
Freshly touched by
the heavenly vapors
And freely given
in enticing engagement
A beauteous gem of
pure sweetness
A white rose of
serenity and passion

Copyright ©
February 12, 1999
Michael David Coffey