Tears of a Rosebud

The damsel waits,
For the long winter night to end, and
The warm embrace from
Her beloved,
To make her blossom,
With nature’s gift, to
Debut her beauty, and
Her sweet fragrance, that
Will attract her suitor, her
Nectar, effervescent, ready to spill.


Alas, the night dragged on, and
Cold hand of winter touches with
A deathly kiss, as
She wraps her tightly to
Avoid the chill,
Morning comes, cold and wet,
Her beloved hides behind the clouds.


First winter showers
Run down her cheeks,
As she cries for what
Could have been,
Spring is just a distant dream,
This bud won’t bloom,
Her gardener won’t come,
She cries, as
Death looms.


Photo by author in his garden today(12/12/20) morning.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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