The Rose In December. . .

I started to make our Christmas cards when I couldn’t find a card to translate our hearts when our David was diagnosed with cancer.  Many of our friends over the years have kept the cards I have made.  It warms my heart to hear them called the Veronica Files.  My efforts in artwork have always been primitive,  but my poetry has been a Given when I knew not what Given was and I scribed.  Our memories, both painful and joyous create who we are.  I will share what I can find in the boxes of efforts I could not part with.  I awakened this morning with The Rose In December and thought it a fine beginning but could find only one card with artwork.  Still primitive but I hope my work will have meaning.

The Rose In December. . .

The first frost of winter
has caught the bud unaware.
But lo, the edges

are burned at the fringes,
closed tight and full.
The rose will bloom again

in December, I promise.
Look to the bush along the fence,
its roots buried, frozen.

The upright branch will sponsor
the blooming rose.
You will pluck it and know

I do not make light promises.


3 Responses to The Rose In December. . .

  1. maria Wulf December 11, 2017 at 9:19 am #

    You poem filled me with warmth Veronica. You have so much belief and hope and reality all together. It’s inspiring. And I love your drawings on paper and fabric. The honesty and confidence comes through.

  2. Veronica Hallissey December 11, 2017 at 10:10 am #

    Maria, I see and hear in my head what I need to execute. In my head I see the art but alas, my hands cannot perform the image. I take comfort in that we strive to perfect. Thank you for commenting. Veronica

  3. Veronica Hallissey December 11, 2017 at 6:52 pm #

    email from Jane E. . . . .

    More than usual, your Rose in December
    resonated with me, reminding me that I did indeed keep many of your cards and pieces of correspondence from the time we met some 30 years ago – and lost those special memories in the wildfire. While I can no longer pull them out, I can remember how they made me feel – and think. Thank you.

    Sent from my iPhone

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