Close Call

That was a close call.

Treading the fine line between

Life and Death,

Fair and Freezing,

you fend off the Frost

with a heart warmed by the sun

of summers past.

Dare you exhale?

Beads of perspiration mark your

night of tormented hopes

and fragile fears.

But night broke,

and with it, the danger.

You are free to bloom

another day…

25 comments on “Close Call

  1. Glenda Mills says:

    Oh my goodness…This speaks so personally and oh so timely! Thanks dear heart for sharing!

    • melodylowes says:

      It was about the closest as I’ve seen to freezing without freezing! It dipped below the freezing mark but there was enough dew that frost must have dissolved harmlessly away. Now we are slated to have a few more days of warmer weather – so I will have time to pick all the peppers and tomatoes etc before the next one comes! It’s that time of year…. *sigh*

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    My fave time of the blog day, is when I come here to read your poems, Melody. This one is “excruciatingly” beautiful (I think you “get” that, as I do). God bless you Big–love, Caddo

  3. elmirad says:

    Beautiful poem and an amazing shot! Great job on both:)

  4. Debbie says:

    I love your poems that have a deeper layer and meaning to them, to me anyway! So glad the frost didn’t get this beauty . .. and that you got a poem out of it too! God bless you!

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