Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas;

Symphonie des roses;

Iceberg roses/my garden;

This the  rose

In winter white;

Low shadows cast and pause

On golden heart, 

 fragrance hovers

slowly breaks apart. 

Silently waiting for summer’s sun;

Stretching, yearning

Frosty white petals shiver, 

silently  bow

 All it’s scent and allure
 lost and done
Golden heart still aglow.  

Ts

Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses. (Ovid)

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