Sweet Rhythms of Winter
written by: LadyLily
Once proud Pine, King of the lounge,
garden dumped, slumped,
redundant Christmas tree,
frozen arms, thumbs.
Needled myrtle coat, thread-bared to russet.
Clogged by flawed festive bulbs,
whispering between themselves,
teased by sleet soaked tinsel twirls,
Stung by freeze-mint air.
A dolly, felt tip tattooed,
her body ached and throbbed.
Mute of giggles, hair rag-tagged,
deep garnet dress, faded thin, drab.
Lost shoe, lost shawl, lost soul.
Glass eyes, tears captured in time,
snowflakes cling to lashes of copper.
She looks like a Linda.
White powder sizzles under ghost-grey Earth.
Empty pockets decline, decay
as baby blooms inhale first breaths.
Mummified mushrooms, cinnamon, saffron,
thread through crayoned grass, a patchwork mat.
White Crocus flamingly flap open,
their flared frocks bunch as one…
A diamante disc.
Freezing Breezes curl in flurried globs
in Winter’s fairy-tale garden,
as sweet rhythms cradle
a silhouetted twilight.