Blown rose, wild, white, <br />thrown by snowflaked winter wind; <br />summer’s tender scent, intense, <br />dispersed; no mercy; beauty, blind… <br />perfect petals torn by scorn, <br />where will weather cast your care? <br /> <br />soon there, new year’s bud be born; <br />pray the maid's rose bless the year<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0016-christmas-rose-a-spell/
