(Photograph © 2014 by Harald Illsinger)
Frosted rosebud
caught in the night,
Awakening to the fog
of a December dawn.
This sweet pale rosebud
delicately iced over,
Thin slick of frost
lightly brushed on
As if an angel chose
to paint, capturing
The morning’s canvas
where season changes
To season, autumn
turning into winter,
Short days giving in
to long nights of silence
As your fragile calyx
gives you up to the day.
Many thanks to photographer Harald Illsinger for allowing me to use his beautiful photograph, ‘Frosty Morning,’ (c) 2014)
A Poet in Time 
This is poignant. I know,at this point today, how that rosebud feels.
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Thanl you. Im glad you liked it.
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Lovely. The first 3 stanzas grab me. She bloomed too late or was out of time with the seasons. I get a feeling she was behind and now is frozen in her youthfull beauty.
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Thank you, Tina. I’m glad it resonated with you.
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