Cut Roses

I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave

Snow’s Folly

My heart is laden with the late winter's snow How pristine... How very elegant and decadent Swaddled with my prideful green boughs bending low Not even the beckoning wanton gusts evoke a quiver   But nigh on the horizon, the rays of spring Proceed, gleaming ever before and ever after Now, that which once benumbed falls, thawed, shattering... Continue Reading →

The Silence of Snow

God gave us memory so we could have roses in December But He gave us snow to dwell in the moment For the sweetest things are those we dearly remember But not even the heart will be forever frozen What good is a moment if it will never pass? Joy to stoicism if it forever... Continue Reading →

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