Her flaws are preserved in amber,
cryogenic perpetuations cropping up
in her seedlings –
unless she warms up to the possibility
that grace
glows gold…
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.
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The irony, the irony! The common name of this plant? “Snow in Summer”…