Poem#2: The Coming of the Snows

There are no flowers in my garden now.
They’ve wilted with the coming of the snow.
Their petals lie upon the freezing ground.
They wait for spring so they, again, can grow.

Blue irises stand covered in white frost
And marigolds are curled and turning brown.
Their colors fade and soon they will be lost.
No life streaks through the flower’s once bright crown.

Leaves shrivel, curl and fall in barren waste
As stems grow brittle, bent in submission.
For us this death is nothing but a taste
Of winter’s cold, hard and deadly lesson.

But look how delicate the petals are
Encapsulated in a lay’r of ice.
Their beauty is that of a dying star.
Fading, they try the winter to entice.