White Rose Angel,

White Rose Angel 

White rose angel, magnificently divine

Gentle, warm, soft spirit

Skin, like petals; silky, cool

Her purity, unrefined

She unfurls in the morning sun

.. with me at dawn we are renewed, reborn, T’is my awakening

Shivering in September wind

.. though her beauty seems unaging

I would love to hold her to my heart and dream;

A somber sigh will warm her

i would hope to hear her sing to me while willows sway

before November blizzards take her

oh, does she call for me?

within the whirling echoes of sweet orchards

or is that merely haunting sounds of fools' gold dust, a’ blowing, shaking leaves in

endless acre rows, of torpor, turned

to russet where a fiercer fall winds' flowing

My White Rose Angel is it too late to save thee?