Winter Rose

Breath misting into frost,

a cold blanket of white.

Covering the hills,

gentle breeze in the air.

Silence all around,

thoughts composed.

Amidst this chaos of winter,

a single rose lay sheltered.

White as the snow,

beauty magnified by sun.

How can such a fragile thing,

thrive in such a cruel atmosphere?

Drops of dew,

still bathe it's petals.

Swaying slightly with the wind,

it's beauty captures me.

A perfect singularity,

in an inperfect world.