The Icy Rose Blooms in December of North

I wrote this for the Page Masters challenge 10, but I was wanting to write this one anyway so it worked out.

 

Icy rose blooms in December of the North

Its petals, I will never pluck in the South

For winter

Is more like a soaked weed down here

 

But I see pictures, I watch the news

I have dreams of crystal dews

Wake up

And see only streams cover the window

 

I hear in Wisconsin, snow is two inches deep

I walk outside and step in two inches of mud

Curse the rain

I’d take four blizzards before a day more of rain

Reviews

[Dillon Cotter]

you can just understand the vibe and natural aspect of beauty that is in thie poem. well done.

-Will

[Chirpy!]

I agree with this poem, so much!

[Fran Marie]

Sometimes the weather can indeed be frustrating

to cope with~dealing with rain and muddy grounds~

Well at least you can have those snowy

dreams of crystals dew~ THanks for sharing your great write ~

Fran Marie