Winter's Late Arrival

I based this on the way winter didn't really come this year, so the flowers bloomed a month or so early. Then a random frost came, killing them.

Winter comes too late this year,
Too wrong, too late,
Leaves frost to suffocate
The prematurely blooming flowers,
And as the daffodils shiver
And the roses wither,
I grieve for the frozen white world,
Persephone's beauties that came before their time
And paled before their prime.

Author's Note

I don't usually write nature poems, so I don't know if this is any good.

Reviews

[Artiste de Mots]

I love it! It's a great poem that you did a wonderful job on! I especially love your personification of the setting and feelings you give for the world. Great job! :D

[Marie]

Well this is good. It says a lot about late winter and the damage it does to premature spring. Where I live we haven't had a winter, period.