The Blossoming Rose

Of the blossoming rose
  that blooms despite the winter chill
  and wintry night.
In the cascades of falling grays
  and blacks, overlapping shadows
  casting heavy smiles upon the
  summer sun.
In its dignified sweetness of epic
  grace and courageous poise.
The blossoming rose
  permeates the tumbling
  autumn air.
And in the open glade of the
  hopeful soul,
A gentle awakening unto the
  porcelain light.
And inheritance bequeathed,
  the blossoming rose comes
  into its glory,
  bursting into CinemaScope.