A winter rose is very rare
Whose delicate petals weep
As the bitter north winds blows
Them fiercely off to sleep
They awaken from their slumber
Beneath a warming sun

And rise to stretch in glory
As a new day has begun
The winter rose has flourished
Through the passing time
A symbol of life’s passion
And love that is sublime

A new beginning, never to end
A life’s passion, deeper than the sea
Embracing this thirsty soul
Never to be separated again
By the north wind blows..this winter rose

JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano

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Forgive the soft focus of this image.  I almost didn’t post it, but I liked it enough that I overlooked the focus issues.  I took my camera, with Lensbaby attached, across the street to my neighbor’s driveway and took this image of their rose bush.  I think it is a rose of sharon bush – not your typical rose bush anyway.  These are the little seed pod things that are left behind after the rose is spent.  I was quickly losing light, standing there in my slippers with no coat on and I couldn’t find the sweet spot of the lens.  Still learning!!