Rose in the Snow

The rose bush,

that they had planted,

their first year together –

had the reddest roses.

Now as the first snows,

had blown his way,

he imagined the roses in the snow.

They always reminded him,

of her red lips,

it was this rose bush –

that he often gazed upon.

it was the one that brought her back.

Time had raced on

and the years had flown.

It had been so long now,

that she had been gone,

tragically taken from him,

leaving him alone –

with an ache in his heart.

Then one winter morning,

as he drifted through the snowy garden,

he stopped in amazement

and saw the snow –

capping a red, red, rose.

At first he thought,

it was his imagination,

seeing that red rose in the snow,

but then he felt,

her tender little hand –

brush across his cheek.

It was then he realized,

she hadn’t left him after all.

She was there all around

and every where,

she would stay by him –

until his days on earth were through.

This filled him with such joy,

that he searched for signs –

most every day.

Now that the summer was coming to an end,

he looked at how the rose bush,

had started growing wild.

It was full of red blossoms

and he knew one would remain,

one would again become –

the rose in the snow.

At night as he sat gazing at the starry sky,

he felt her hand slipping into his,

her perfume filled the air

and he sat and contentedly smiled.

The night breezes soft and gentle,

blew the night clouds about,

it was then that he heard,

a soft, sigh and a whisper,

saying in his ear –

I love you so.

He was filled with such joy,

knowing she was there,

no one could understand,

such a love was so real.

To him it was like heaven,

to know she could still be beside him.

Soon he knew the autumn winds,

would come and nature,

would start to change.

That was when he began,

to watch that red rose,

as long as one remained –

he knew his love was near.

In the dead of winter,

his heart remained with a warm glow,

just seeing that red rose –

capped with a hat of snow.

Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

10 thoughts on “Rose in the Snow

  • July 14, 2017 at 11:17 PM
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    Absolutely beautiful piece…such tenderness and love literally slipping from each word. I loved it!

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    • July 16, 2017 at 3:59 AM
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      Thank you RJ. The inspiration came from a song When the Snow Is On the Roses.

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  • July 15, 2017 at 6:13 AM
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    A red rose as a memory of his beloved wife. Tender moments like this you pen are not uncommon, many left behind are given signs by their love, passed over to the other side. I truly believe the spirits of those left us are never to far from us. They leave us signs in various ways, many are loving signs. Tender moments that we might have shared together, items placed in locations for us to stumble upon and remember them. This was a very touching remembrance of their love shared and spent on earth together. Well done Rasma.

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    • July 16, 2017 at 4:01 AM
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      Thank you Vincent. I have a sixth sense and all my family did too so I know that those who have passed on are not far from us and it is most comforting.

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  • July 15, 2017 at 9:29 AM
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    A very tender and beautiful piece and I could not have enjoyed it more – thank you.

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