Beauty Well Weighed
A Frosted Verse Entry
A crisp frost creeps over land in winter’s first
Early morning movement one December dawn
Falling on flowers, like sleeping lovers entangled
Wrapped in the ice of morning like chilled pawns
They find no warmth of revival beside the other,
Caught in the veil betwixt life and winter's charm.
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Unaware, they sleep as lovers seldom do
Dreaming dreams of sun and fresh-kissed dew
Within the morning light, they shine as one
From effects of dew and winter's frost anew
Emboldened by the moon's revolving dance,
Discarded flowers lay where they were strew.
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Flowers intertwined on a frosty, wind-chilled day
In a display of untold depths, they seek to invade
Youth’s fading light, forever bound in visions of
Frozen flowers lingering 'midst winter’s shade
To silently signal the dawn of day's new birth
Within the substantiality of beauty well weighed.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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Comments (9)
Great frosty imagery. Well Done!!
"as lovers seldom do" was a line I lingered on. The last wraps it up beautifully 😁
Beautiful imagery. Well done.
frosty and delightful verses. really captures the frozen aspects of things.
What compelling imagery captured in these lines of flowers entombed in frost! Well done, Cindy!
Another lovely entry, Cindy.
Whoaaa! Cindy Your poem is beautifully haunting, capturing the quiet romance between flowers and winter’s frost. There’s something so touching in how the frost wraps around the flowers like “sleeping lovers,” a tender yet chilling image. The way it blends dreams of warmth with the cold reality of winter feels like a scene we’ve all felt in the early morning—a peaceful surrender to nature’s beauty, even as it holds a touch of melancholy. Truly a lovely, poetic moment frozen in time!❄️❄️❤️
Wow! Your poem reflects a chilly depth, ephemeral beauty, and a beautifully crafted profound relationship. Just like the cold snow and the morning dew drops on flowers, your words also leave a deep impact. It’s truly wonderful. 👏✨💥
This was absolutely gorgeous! What baffles me is why does this have 7 likes but no comments yet? Who are those who thought this ain't worth commenting on? I'll squash them like lemons!