Snowstorms in August,
Stubborn December roses
November says “times have changed”
As old man winter’s breath imposes
Deep disturbing wintry freezes.
January offers condolences, wishing everyone the best, hoping for a better resolution of heart.
But there stood
Refused to wilt.
Showing no remorse
Expressing no guilt.
That stiff-necked Rose
Her fighting spirit
Stands yet opposed
To the cold of February.
But she seems to be a dream of dreams
Or…let’s say…of pristine things.
Or even being
The fight still Marches on…
April, just cries and weeps, cries and weeps, cries and weeps again and yet again.
May exudes toughness, saying “you’d better win this one, cause we ain’t bringing any flowers to your funeral”.
Jolly jumping June bugs hope for joy,
Cheers, still waiting for the verdict…
July boldly declares,
“Fight like hell, for your independence Bring the heat, and don’t let ’em see you sweat”.
In the end that dogged Rose
Stood unopposed singing,
Slightly posed, for the kodaks
Imposing her red with laughter.