Infatuated By My Roses in death for

It's A cold winter day with blues It's snowing -the icycles permeate in place Sitting by the window pane in my space Storming flakes surround me! By the heat, I keep warm I sit! I ponder I think the thorn outside It is quite contraire . The truth I seize and wonder.The rose bush dying in the winter- so cold, so chilled The beauteous trees too - Why oh why can''t the blues? I too still oppose calamity in my precious day And the blue morning , blue day , shades of blue and hue I seek those heavenly skies still too of blue I am oblivious and chilled out in the wit of the storm But yet the rose if blossomed could keep me warm Yes indeed they bloom in the spring And I'd take my rosebush under my wing So when spring is in the air in the future months of glee Petals then surrounding my halo in me I' ll no longer hybernate - or be blue of day I reckon when and if the birds sings - they chirp But in reality now I live walking in winter storms Dwelling departs me when I see the twig With the thorn thaf often pricks sticking out that big Blue skies beauteous -they darken in the mind Snow flakes all so different truei. Shape I still oppose calamity mystified in my eyes Thy fall sparkling ! Catch a glimpse! Too it dies. Originally copyright. Best Poets of 2021....