Fallow Rose by Debra McEachern


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Fallow Rose
The Moon does not know me now
Nor do the swelling grey clouds pressing against the indigo sky
For ice winds drift through my heart
And escape the clutches of November's empty branches

Invisible in this world of forboding
I am like the fallow blossoms of the thorny rose
With its frozen leaves still clinging
To shocked and rigid stems

Quaking above me
In the gale
It stands in a dark and icy garden
a stark reminder of what I am no more
and will never be again

Debra Lynn McEachern
Copyright ©2007 Debra Lynn McEachern