Purple Rose

Purple Rose
By Erin L George

Puckered am I, to steal His rod, coming down, like thunder
Under fireworks sold on lightning, the window's cracked a bit
Reams of winter's bite sting at my back, thundering
Purple blasts, He winks at me and gives a slap
Like she, Mother spewing white another blizzard
Eucalyptus hangs on other's walls, I grunt a chilly grin.

Rolling now is thunder, the rose bends to bloom, I wink
On the parting tide, knowing charm in bolts
She calls to me, to spread a path, seeds are meant to plant
Eager Spring she settles back, and so to, does the purple rose.