A frost bitten flowerA Poem by jyb333I guess you can think of it as a metaphoreI sigh deeply as I step outside. My breath billows upward, In a plume of steam, Like smoke. I take a step forward and look across the field, only to see a silvery stillness. The old, yellow stalks of plants are bent down and hard, and even the trees are frozen. I scan the yellow, shining field again, But this time, something catches my eye. I quickly look back to see what it was, but it has escaped my sight. But wait. Is there something there? A hint of color in this frozen world? I run towards the spec of light in the dull landscape, This time I keep my eyes stuck to it, So as not to loose sight of it again. As I approach it, I fall to my knees to look closer. I see a shimmering rose, so delicatly frosted on this cold fall morning. It may be the last one this season. I stay there to observe the beautiful legacy of summer for a few more minutes, And then I start my treck back home, right as the sun begins to rise, And melt away the frost.
© 2009 jyb333Author's Note
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Added on May 2, 2009 Last Updated on May 10, 2009 Authorjyb333JohnstownAboutI like writing poetry, and am trying on a book (about 25 pages now). So... check it out! more..Writing
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