Let the fauna take care; winter

has put most of the flora to sleep

except for those pesky carnations

that are green and growing in the

winter warmth.


When the weather hits the dew point

fog settles on night-frozen grass

as if the frost gave up tears

to make the weather gray.


Miss the flowers that blossom eary

to mid-summer, then in high season,

or only in Autumn. January is

as elegant as evergreens that,

in spite of ice, announce

the promise to eventually let

flora flourish.







Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poet in winter - slc

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