Monday, 28 January 2013

The Christmas Rose

Midwinter and the dead earth
Suddenly parts to give birth
To thick clusters of stiff flowers
Whiter than scattered pear tree showers,
Marble monuments or morning milk,
Smoother than pebbles or old silk,
I touch each blossom, where they lie
With polished leaves and golden eye,
The hellebores of the January snows,
The plant I call the Christmas Rose.
                                             Leonard Clark

Sign of optimism and hope in the depressing days of January

1 comment:

  1. They are just so beautiful and I don't have any in my garden - I must do something about that!