December Rose

i still remember that foggy, silent and lonely december morning.i sat looking through the window at the windswept garden thinking about something which i,myself even don't know.all of a sudden,i caught the sight of two rose bushes by the garden wall..each with a single rose,one white and one red.a feeling of warmness felt my sight,i stepped slowely by the window sill to have a better glimpse....a desire overpower me to touch the velvety softness of the petals.......so pulling on my coat,i faced the cold icy wind(ignoring that it was slapping my face)to touch the petals breadth in perfume of a dying year.