Out of the austerity of Winter

Out of the austerity of winter,
a red rose, blooming, bravely raised its head.
Frost clutched at it with blue and icy fingers
and wished, in her cold heart, that it was dead.

 

But other scarlet roses started waking,
joining the revolution of the Spring;
the Earth, out of her chains of ice, was breaking
and, freedom song of life, began to sing.