I awoke from slumber in my lair

And waited for my tired mind to harden

Just then I spotted something rare

At the back of my snow covered garden

A lump developed in my throat

As a rose forced its way through the snow

I reached inside for my heavy coat

And stood in awe as I watched it grow

An hour or so passed before I retired

Exalted by this wonderful sight

I felt as though nothing more was required

As it had rekindled my soul's fading light

Fever came and fever went

As I wrestled my way from its throes

Surely if anything had been heaven sent

Then it must be this beautiful rose

Restlessness prevailed in my bed

As I mourned a loss so tragic

But just then that rose re entered my head

And I tasted its comforting magic