I Watched as Nature Turned
From frosty a frosty soul.
An English rose,.....as.
It blossomed, and it bloomed....
Each day it's scent grew stronger.
It's colour, and it's beauty,
was pleasant..... to the eye!
I knew, that I could not keep, nor.... Hold her.
For like all of life's beauteous things.
It would soon wither, and die!
Like a love,
on
a winters day....
Giajl © Jim Love