Behold a deadland of frigid beauty:
Crystalline stems abstract and contorted
Where ivy once wound in unruly abandon,
All desperate to cling to the ripened sun.
Crystalline stems abstract and contorted
Where ivy once wound in unruly abandon,
All desperate to cling to the ripened sun.
A menagerie of azure and carmine,
Dappled pastels, and dithered umber
Once breathed and nurtured here,
Dappled pastels, and dithered umber
Once breathed and nurtured here,
Mosaicking their indefinite beds.
But now the hue wanes;
Frozen-burned pigment gone dun
And pinthick limbs atrophy
Under a pearly coat of frosted dew.
Soon this no-man’s land will bury its dead
Under the pelted flurries of Winter,
Forgetting the purpose for this nursery
Until the Spring sun will use their flesh anew.
It rests dormant in time,
Overlooked without second glances.
The aroma has gone stale on the breeze;
And no one stops to smell the rose corpses.