Autumn Rose

Standing alone in my garden of love,
Is a pure white rose.
Through icy winds and killing frost,
The world its beauty shows.
Flowers turned brown by winter’s bite,
Await the arrival of spring.
Alone this blossom defies the truth,
Of what winter finally must bring.
Morning sun filters through nighttime cold,
Turning frost into cold dew.
My rose seems to speak to me,
All this I do for you.
Till winter wins the final battle,
And takes my rose from me.
I admire the courage of this single bloom,
Standing proud for all to see.
As winter snow covers garden and heart,
Ending my days of mirth.
I know sweet spring brings warmth and flowers,
Winter loses to rebirth.