I Found a Rose-In the Snow

I found a rose-

In the snow.

It stared in strange

Propriety.

The voice of

A honeybee

Masked its

Thorny

Tranquility.

I wonder if it thinks

Of me.

When gathered in

My hands,

The petals shake

From chafing

Laughs and

Solemn vows.

It pricks-

I drop,

Leaving my hands

Empty-clean.