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.

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Happily Never After

frosty sedum

Father Frost descends and nips

The world with frosty fingertips,

Nudging verdant green aside,

Dressing all in brilliant white.

Autumn colours kissed by cold

Now sink beneath his frigid hold;

Sleeping Beauties sigh farewell,

For death will never kiss and tell.