A rose by any other name – foto Smith
Red Rose Rising
It’s time
For winter to break
Through fall’s motley wake
The grass withdraws
To let winter pass
The earth holds her breath
Awaits spring rebirth
Nonetheless there’s one
Yet strives to leave winter undone
One rose alone in brave brittle pose
It tries to heed not the hostile skies
Or why it can only die
And waits
Fighting both fates
And clime
As shall I
— Smith, 1965 . . . 2004
One winter rose – foto Smith
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