The Snowstorm


A familiar feeling

A breath of ice


The land has been barren for eternity

Nothing ever seemed to bloom

Nothing ever seemed to last


Time has gone by so fast

There have been more full moons

Then I was able to count


A prayer

Left for another time


I´ve been growing thorns

Through all these years

To protect me

From the angry winds


The snow biting on my leafs

I always shivered


Yet since a while, I feel different




My thorns have grown enough

I feel ready

To spread my petals for once


My color is red

You will spot me from afar

A beauty in the cold


Yet there´s so much more

Than a single rose in the empty field



  • Trenz Pruca

    Thank you. I enjoyed the images and the interesting rhythm.

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words Amy.


  • FredPeyer

    Aloha Amy,
    I truly enjoyed reading your poem. And the metaphor of the 'single rose in an empty field' leaves so much to the imagination.
    Sehr schoen!

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