I came across an Auburn Rose
A fire fractured by the soft morning light
but burning still
as lovers might.
It had interlaced it’s fingers around those
Brown and crinkled they cracked and fell.
this Auburn Rose
only looked on death as a last lover
and biting back at the frost with both her blushing cheeks.
At the time winter came
she groaned unabashed
with her fill of earth and sun
and soak of sky.
not for her
but that I might have been an