Frozen Rose Poem by Daniel Miltz

Standing quietly
Looking up at the dark sky
Stars sparkle splendidly
In the coolness of evening high
A quiet tranquility

Viewing thorn battered branches
Petals surging, panting in raw breeze
Whilst silvery ice crystals
Weeping in a garden meadow
On a teary flower rose

The frosty glow of early bright
An ideal picture of noonday sight
A rainbow shows up in the sky
After a cold rain cry
In the company of a frozen red rose

© daniel miltz