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From morning to noon, the roses gathered to grieve the loss of their bloom. (Photo by David John Lotto) Advertisements
It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.
The manic blush and titter of young love is no serum nor mirage, but rather the gist of bloom martyred so soon to thorns.
Flowers pale into this storm but do not fade, to cede, in tune, as grievous winds sculpt a fierce bloom, begging a Garden’s fate.
By sheer white volume, ghost of a chance to grow wild– Ophelia’s rogue bloom.