Dead Winter: A Quadrille
dVerse's Quadrille #241 : Swearing by all Flowers Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word flower. Dead Winter is not the time to view my flowers. An ugly wasteland of crumbled seed heads, rotting leaves. Dead Winter is not the time to view my flowers. Although, even now, I have last summer’s memory, and visions of the one to come. ©202 6 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved