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Sleeping Beauty

baby iris

 

Long has she lain,

poisoned by an apple

that should never have reached Eden.

The kiss, when it comes,

stirs,

wispy, a dream that eludes

upon rising;

it revives the tender recollection

that she waits,

not for an awakening,

but for a

Resurrection.

Happily Never After

frosty sedum

Father Frost descends and nips

The world with frosty fingertips,

Nudging verdant green aside,

Dressing all in brilliant white.

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Autumn colours kissed by cold

Now sink beneath his frigid hold;

Sleeping Beauties sigh farewell,

For death will never kiss and tell.