Winter Kill
My lovely young brides
Give me so much pleasure
In your treasured dresses
I stop and visit
Each day without fail
Stop and chat, to visit
With my lovely children
You speak to me
Of your exuberance,
Fitted into every bloom
With honey enough
To please the buzzing crowd
But only for eyes that perceive
Receive your true purpose
Nourished by nature herself
By friendly sun and rain
With bloom and fragrant blossom
Oh my children
Come to me
Before the winter kill
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010
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