Not All Is Lost

Shadows expand until daylight is gone, swallowing visible beams like a yawn. Fervently reaching like a greedy hand, until daylight is gone, shadows expand. Leaf piles increase in the hiss of brisk wind. Meager gardens sag, verdant assets thinned. A howling gust uplifts each drifting piece. In the hiss of brisk wind, leaf piles increase. Coldness compounds like a dampened shawl worn. Snowman's weather-braved cloak I now adorn. The numbing of an ice compress surrounds. Like a dampened shawl worn, coldness compounds. Thorns remain as fragrant petals lose scent, hardened in a hunkered state of lament. Not all is lost in bitter frost and rain. As fragrant petals lose scent, thorns remain. 9-5-2022