Forlorn.
Oh rose, thou are pale.
An invisible sickness
brought on by fierce wind
in last night\'s gale
hast found thee leafless.
Left alone on bare bough
forlorn thy face
in arctic freeze.
Oh frost-caught rose.
Thy fragrance abandoned
at fate\'s cold hand
shivers take hold
and I must pluck thee.
Relieved by fresh water
and warmed indoors
then thou might heal.