It's a Beautiful Morning

As I left for work Wednesday morning, the day was dawning clear. 

The horizon to the east was just beginning to show pink as

the sun rose from behind the treeline. One bright star glittered

against the remains of an inky sky. I even started to sing --

"It's a beautiful morning,

I think I'll go outside for a while ..."

But it was cold. Frost covered just about everything.

A few weeks ago, roses bloomed, one last gasp of color before

a shiver of winter air flung their petals to the ground,

one kind of beauty replacing the other.

P.S.: This is mostly bull shit,
I'm already tired of the cold and
want spring to return. Now.

Theme Day: Photo of the Year 2011

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.

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