
Harbinger of Hope
The rose draws within for winter
Creating its own shelter
Returning from the frost is an uncertainty
We are always the last to know its fate
A leaf dares to steal a look at spring
A rosebud follows, shows us how to survive
Extending its petals, in time
A sigh of relief escapes through the open window
With the sunrise we discover another chance
To cherish the rose
A harbinger of hope for the future
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Poem #10 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month
Also, Weekly Photo Challenge: Future