Featuring a rare breed of tenacity.
Daring to blossom in the winter
When temperatures bite
And the sun hides.
Not destined for radiant bloom in June,
They’ll never grace a bride’s bouquet.
They toil in the dark hours,
Enduring the cold,
Determined to beautify their singular spot
In the gray, sleeping garden.
I admire their courage
And give them a place of honor
In Nanny’s rosebud vase
Where they can remind me:
God sees the valiant fight,
Recognizes difficult soil conditions.
And appreciates, probably more than we know,
the struggle of a winter rose
To bloom against all odds.
k.p. january 2013