Winter's Last Rose

Torrential teardrops fell from darkened skies,
his wailing, mournful, caressing lament.
Then washed from clouded, grey and loving eyes,
a good-bye no one dared to circumvent.

So softly curled her lips round aching heart,
and teetering she rose above the heights,
as winter's chill embraced, yet rent apart
her fragile kiss and sent her flesh to flight.

The raging wind called insult, curse, and sin,
its lies the final ravaging defeat.
And as the blooming color fled her skin,
she knew her life, when lived, was bitter sweet.

As petals fell she almost could forget -
beneath her falling corpse, new seeds still slept.