Roses Falling Asleep Ready For Winters Deep Sleep


White soft cold flacks
falling down on me,
feathery weather chills my heart stem.

Snow gathers around my feet,
my toes are cold,
sold chill runs up
and down my soul.

Each step I take brings
heartbeat after heartbeat,
as my nose forms ice sickles
that run down my cheeks. 

Snow falling covering my rosy bed,
perfumed with cold
yellows and pinks,
roses falling asleep.

Roses bleak, blissful, and deep
slowly seeks out her winters sleep.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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