I was a rose so near to bloom
after a harsh and endless winter,
a season so prolonged it seemed
I’d never feel the sun’s embrace again.
And then it shone – so sudden, steady, hot –
and kissed my withered petals all along their frosted tips.
With this bright promise I awoke from my dark dreaming,
gratefully unfurling all my hidden summer hues.
Yes, I was impatient for that gold atomic kiss,
and for awhile blossomed in the sure caress of sunlight,
drinking all the welcome heat deep into my hungry heart.
Luxuriant, I glowed, vain and unguarded,
having quenched all memory of winter’s blight.
But surely as the day melts into midnight,
the sun again withdrew to clouded sleep.
I, unaccustomed now to grey enshroudment,
withered utterly and quickly from the lack.
A new year comes, following in steady course
the wheel of time; and though the season’s wrong
I feel once again the sun’s caress.
Shall I abandon my tight folds for hazy token,
soft unfolding to what may be smoke,
or keep myself enwrapped as close I can
from what may be another bitter blight?
Can I withstand the season’s cruel blows?
Will I survive a thousand winter snows?
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To risk feeling or not?