Hope is the Promise of Spring

THE TEA ROSE

the tea rose grows
close to the street
a welcome home as
I turn into the
driveway

this year, one shoot
continues to bloom
even as the cold wind
sends her sisters
into hibernation

one flower
several buds
a stubborn refusal
to yield to ice
or snow

pleading with me
not to believe
these short days
and gray skies
will last forever

how did she know
this year I needed
the reminder

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