tiny rose slept all summer as if dead
with stubborn dull twigs and stillborn thorns
but autumn cloaked her stiffness in red going green
on winter solstice she birthed a single white furl
somehow she refuses wilting and welcomes the new
year’s somnolent sub-freezing days and cracking nights
she embraces the icy sun’s slowly stretching yellow lights
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