I saw a rose in December
Still clinging to the vine,
Snow was falling,
Winter calling,
The little rose was biding time.
Soon its little scarlet petals
Would be falling to the ground,
And the rose would then be resting
Neath the winter's snow white mound.
Oh little rose I will take you
Now from off the dying vine
See your beauty,
Smell your fragrance
Press you to this heart of mine.
Together we will face the future
Know not what may come our way
A broken heart, a fading rose,
Together we will always stay.


copyright -susan w. hiatt 1989