Winter of Evenning Roses

We are winter roses blooming in the dark

Denied the warmth of summer

Deprived the rains of spring.

The moonrise we'll endure

And the sunrise we'll see.

We are evenning blossoms opening in the night

Stark and white and lonely

Beacons in the end of time.

Dark terrors we shall survive

Wonders of light our faith revive.

The End

1 comment about this poem Feed