Rose in the Snow

Author: Stephen W. Cote

The icy morn brings death

To a life as lovely as thee

In each drawing of breath

Nothing but white do I see

This chill seeps into my soul

The winter white has expunged

Life for this white cold

And the rose's song is sung

The trees sway in the winter breeze

As leaves fall in the afternoon

As a rose, lovely to see

Longing for it's loss quite soon

Nothing survives save that of the snow

They have found a homage in death

And I long to witness the rose in the snow

To fully understand life's breath

I must be in a dream, for this is not real

Your hand in mine, and this I know

Only a kiss and our love will seal

But that is only a rose in the snow