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WINTER ROSE

The sky has been concealed for several days
Above this plucky, isolated rock
Where dismal clouds of variegated greys
And driving rain abound around the clock.
The murky waves come crashing in Hell Bay,
Assisted by the brutal, biting wind
That chills the bones of those who dare to stay,
In hope that they will not like what they find.
To denigrate this monochrome of gloom
Would be a most egregious travesty,
For it’s unveiled a winter rose in bloom,
Outstanding in her form and majesty.
How wise, to take the time to stand and stare,
Identifying beauty, everywhere.
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