Mummified in icy tomb,
Petrified in snowy case;
Sleeping deep in winter’s womb,
Snuggled down ‘neath quilted lace.
Drowser, nap the cold away,
Tucked and bundled in your bed;
Dream of Spring’s approaching day
As fairer visions fill your head.
The irony, the irony! The common name of this plant? “Snow in Summer”…
Haha what a good name 😀
Three great poems again. Love them , Melody
Thanks Alastair! 🙂
It’s name asked for it 😉
Did it ever! 🙂
Did you get snow already?! I’m dreading our first snow.
This is already our third… 😦
Wow, “Snow in Summer”–I love irony.
This one fairly drips, doesn’t it? 🙂
I didn’t notice the drips, unless the snow/ice is melting…
Melody? Please pray for Debbie tonight–it’s a scary one for her, and she needs reinforcements. Thank you, on her behalf.
Got this late – but time is nothing in warp-speed hands, so I’m on it! 🙂
Thank you so much–I think they’re resting up, but will check in with her in awhile.
So delicate and fragile looking somehow, in the snow! Thanks for such lovely pics and words for us to think on!