Pale Phantoms For M'Lady Ernestine
Bare branches bear snow blossoms now.
Like forlorn ghosts of summers past.
A vain attempt that cannot last.
To counterfeit the summer show
Of roses that there used to be
in gay profusion blooming there
In gorgeous hues beyond compare.
In the rose garden’s scented air.
Winters attempts at artistry
can create an austere beauty.
Appealing to an artists eye
in black and white simplicity
.Enhancing our ability
to see beauty we can’t deny.
Tuesday,07 December 2010
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