The roses are loving the cold weather.
Their petals are lofty and piled as high as they can go.
I am remembering a favorite poem by Madeleine L'Engle...
This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild
Had Mary been filled with reason
There'd have been no room for the child.
--Madeleine L'Engle, "After Annunciation"
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