Poems and Poetry

Rain out of Season | A Poem by Christine Emmert

I was prepared
for frost–for chill–
and hibernation.
Instead the rains came,
and a persistent white rose
bloomed
on into the wintry night.
Hope in raindrops and blooms
when my pessimism
should be on display.

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