[Soaring Feather]

Winter gardens hold the pose
of long lost loves
a frozen rose
she lay there in golden robes
with ivy twining round the boughs
of pines sweet and evergreen
she dreams of him
in between
twilight hours of dusk and dawn
with frozen dew on the lawn

bentfeather

[Darkchylde]

Too bad noone else is around to join in.
I think I already wrote my poem for the day.