Why art thou in bud?
This poem is just a little whimsy to start our new year. Based on the true story of My January Rose, which was – just last week – My December Rose – and before that – November and October Rose! It seemed leftover from the season. While everything else was dying this little rose bush was coming to bud with only the second rose of the year! I expected that when the first frost came in November it would die. Wasn’t I surprised to see it’s green bud turn to a soft pink – and increase in size.
Ever so slowly.
I had thought to share it with you all in December – but, alas! I couldn’t get near Blogland in that hectic month to do so. Serendipitously, though, this makes for the perfect Pink Saturday post to christen 2013!
I receive My January Rose as a gift from God, and pray you are encouraged – as I am – to HOPE for beauty in what is shaping up to be a year of slippery slopes and tumult on many fronts. Even in the dark cold winters of our lives God’s promises are true – a flower grows . . .
And – just for emphasis – here’s a parting shot of the very last bloom still attracting attention on one of my geraniums! Pink – of course!
This geranium and my rosebud are the only bits of color left in my garden. Amazing . . .
Sharing My January Rose with Beverly’s Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound!
My January Rose, by Kathryn Ross (c) 2013