Black petals in the light of dusk
Leaves swinging to the music of the night
Center emits a pleasant faint musk
Membranes reflecting a soft light


Soft petals supported by a crisp stalk
Water flowing through the flower
Thorns sharper than the talons of a hawk
Gaining moisture from a morning shower


Jack Frost leaves finger prints on its leaves
And the black silky petals are covered in a silver frost
Until the snow upon it heaves
When the beauty is until next year is lost


Time takes away the pretty flower
Until it next wants to unleash its beautiful power