Winter Roses

Then came violent winds, tearing away

the delicate petals of innocent roses,

precious limbs torn from their body.


You stare speechless at the sight that remains,

at the thorny echo of beauty,

hollow shell of ravished time.


Nothing but a prickly stem is left to tell,

a forgotten story of hopeless love,

abandoned in the dark.


You ask how, you beg to know why,

but the answer isn’t that they changed –

the question is what changed you?

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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