Disavowed

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We admire her transience,

her fragility –

express wonder at the way her tears

enhance her beauty –

but shun our own.

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The Great Reversal

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Where once a green and virile vine

Twined its length upon your frame,

Frost has thrust his hoary head,

Icy claws have staked their claim.

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Do not lose hope as Winter’s grip

Sinks fangs of doom into your heart;

Where once his frozen work remained,

Spring’s greenery will grow her art.

 

 

Falling Asleep

frosted leaves

Turn the lights down low, my love,

And tuck me into bed;

Frost has woven wintry spells

To crown my sleepy head.

Snowy blankets settle soft

To cover drowsy toes;

Hibernation croons its song

While frozen dreamscapes doze.

 

Her Spines as She Sways

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Her

spines

as she sways

to her own rhythm

hold a deadly, beautiful poison

for all who may incautiously approach;

mesmerized, her victims enter

to taste of her wares,

not sensing

death’s

grip.

So You Feel as Though You’re Only One

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So you feel as though

you’re only one

in earthly meadow’s millions,

two feet,

a pair of arms,

sundry assorted parts

that fail to set

your arrangement apart;

but if you chose not to bloom,

the gap where your

smiling face should

appear

would be left bare,

blank in the canvas,

one beautiful brick

short of a load –

so bloom. Take your place

proudly, stand in the gap,

and watch the whole

world  grow,

one

little

flower

at a time…