Thursday, 15 December 2011

Perchance To Die? (Redux)

does a garden dream in winter?

can it garland itself
in balmy memories
or does it quiver
in a febrile cold sweat

in its frigid pall
with deadly fingers
around its throat

unsure if this time
it will awaken
in a springtime
phoenix resurrection

or remain entombed
in a solid,
sodden mire
of clod and dreck

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