Her Flaws Are Preserved in Amber


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.


The irony, the irony!  The common name of this plant?  “Snow in Summer”…