Frozen Roses

freemoney

Lost in frost,
A dozen rows of frozen roses.
As ice settles,
Turning slight stems to nettles,
The garden catches moonlight
And the Atlantic sky
Chains the world with stars.

Sunk into snowscape,
The purple lake,
Polished –
Every bruised petal to the last.
And in twinkling bewilderment,
It is better to be scared of the future
Than scarred by the past.

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