Rose in the Snow
Autumn leaves are now easily scattered,
Running here and there seeking safe cover,
Away from a wind visibly angered.
Is there nowhere to avoid its bluster?
The red rose shows courage standing her ground,
Not yielding an inch as the vexed wind swirled,
In its effort her colors to impound.
As a taunt bright red color she unfurled.
Then ever vengeful wind throws ice of white,
Pummeling her through the darkness of night.
Each passing hour she continues to fight,
Her red color remains at sun’s first light.
Though winning the battle the end is near,
But rose in the snow shall return next year.
The Sleeping Man, Carolus Duran (1861)
Dreaming Man, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The warm dusk embraced them, they dine and dance
Soon darkness took them under her soft wing
Strolling hand in hand, the start of romance
In the other’s loving smile was basking
Neither to be the first to say good night
Both know their evening has come to an end
They were only one step from out of sight
A red rose to him did she quickly send
He breathed in the rose then gave it a kiss
Studying its petals he’s in a trance
Now fully in the loving state of bliss
With heavy eyes gave the rose one last glance
She is the only one he will adore
His dream ruined by a knock on the door
Choosing, George Frederic Watts (c. 1864)
Tender Age, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
My dearest friend with thou beautiful scent
Surround my body so I find safety
From my great fear of mental punishment
Please think not this to be a foolish plea
But a child with such a limited view
Thinking life be like my part on the stage
To discover life’s dreams not to be true
Real is what I feel, internal rage
Sheltered within thy vine with many thorns
Can be shielded from a touch that I scorn
Thou now can protect this young heart that mourns
Today wishing that I had not been born
Can there be love at such a tender age
Or is it to be acted on the stage
Flowers and Mirror, Albert Fuller Graves (n.d.)
Stepping into the room it is soon felt
A sweetness supplied by the month of June
Triggering memories when rose is smelt
Rose under the nose could cause one to swoon
The rose has a fragrance as no other
Sure to relieve all your melancholy
An antidote to quell any anger
Empty heart quickly to be filled with glee
Soon June will give way to the summer heat
Soft fragrant flowers shall be first to go
The rose will now show to be in retreat
Some to be captured, their fragrance to stow
No one to see that perfect rose I took
Gently press this memory into my book
The Rose, Frederic Soulacroix, (n.d.)
‘Tis my wanting heart I have sent thy way
Being fragile needing thy tender care
Between thy breasts for safety it must stay
No thorns are present to give thee a scare
Sorry that the token rose having tossed
Errantly missing its intended mark
Hope this not an omen to be star-crossed
As wishes in my heart to increase this spark
But why the sadden look upon thy face
Thine eyes are missing their usual glow
If thou wear a smile isn’t in the right place
Is something in thy heart I need to know
Thy quick response surely unsuspected
For it is woeful to be rejected
Auguste Toulmouche, Woman and Roses (1879)
The Rose and the Woman, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Before me is one of God’s creations.
Morning sun falls on this dainty cashmere.
Anchored by penetrating sensations,
Unable to move close because of fear.
Her tenderness is more worthy than mine,
By her regal stature she is the queen.
Her soft scent fills the nearby air sublime,
Without a doubt her beauty is pristine.
If possible it would be love for sure,
To protect from any harm comes her way.
No desire to overcome this allure,
So next to her I will forever stay.
As a rose I am grown to give pleasure,
With each lady that is my endeavor.
Eugen von Blaas, The Unseen Suitor (1898)
The Unseen Suitor, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Is it but love that is your guiding light,
Or another guise filled with mortal lies?
Are you one to steal away in the night,
If so, be assured I won’t be your prize.
Easy to take my rose, but not my heart,
For it is china easily broken.
Let it be accept’d from the very start,
No chance for you my giv’n heart to bludgeon.
Your willing smile I wish to be sincere
As my heart races when you are so near.
Your love my heart shall forever endear,
And finally bury this dreadful fear.
A love anew is extremely fragile,
Faithfulness, a sure way to make it jell.