The Christmas Rose
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Soft, velvety petals,
Shivering,
Half open.
Pop-pop surely had a hand in her blooming.
This late in December —
Not just a bud,
A fully blooming rose,
Small. But still a full rose
Most magnificent.
A single pale, buttery-yellow rose
Tinged with pink;
The same colors as tonight’s sunset.
Blooming
On the cane —
The only one
In forty-one degrees.
I cut her, and once inside,
Offer her warmth,
A drink of sugar water —
Which she gladly gulps.
She’s happy for the heat,
Opens more,
Becomes the center piece on the table.
Our rare Christmas rose.
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MD Bier
MD Bier is a binge reader, and you’ll always find a book or camera with her. Her writing reflects her passion for social change and social issues. She is currently an MFA candidate at William Paterson University and participates in several writing communities. She’s published in various literary journals. MD Bier resides in NJ with her family and dog where she enjoys gardening and walking.
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