In November, as this portion of the world was leaning
towards winter, the weather was indecisive.
Days of mild temperatures had the roses convinced
it was their time to bloom and the bushes were laden with
pink flowers and buds. Overnight, the temperatures dropped,
leaving the plants covered with frosty lace.
As I walked to my workplace, I saw the roses edged with ice.
For me, their beauty hadn't died, but instead
had their lines enhanced and colors intensified by the
coating of frost. Can sensuality ever be cold?
The roses smolder in their icy coats.
The theme for this New Year's day is Photo of the Year 2011.