Thorns Upon a Rose of White
A poem of winter
Snowy layers sparkle,
Fingers burn as cold winds bite,
Thorns upon a rose of white.
Moonlight glistens,
Heart is warmed
I pull my coat a bit more tight.
Silent stillness,
All is quiet,
Where can I find warmth tonight?
Thorns upon a rose of white.
Creatures wander,
Fair to see,
Food is scarce,
Hunger fights,
Thorns upon a rose of white.
Floating crystals,
Fall so gentle,
Land on noses red from chill,
Signs of spring, nowhere in sight.
Thorns upon a rose of white.
Laughters echo,
Bobsleds fly,
Small toes tingle,
Babies cry,
Come my child,
Hold me tight,
Thorns upon a rose of white.
About the Creator
Lydia Lichti
Canadian children’s author, crafter, and mother of a skateboarding dachshund named Sherwood. I have a passion for a good plot twist, a ridiculous poem, or a mystery with one too many layers.
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