Killer Frost Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Each flower that bloomed filled my heart with joy
I never cut stems with blossoms to place in a vase
Vibrant beauty lasted much longer when left along…
I love their fragrances…it puts a smile on my face

I feel as though a part of me is withering
after a hard frost killed my flowering plants
All summer long…I watched them grow
Pulled the weeds…and mortified fleeing ants

Flower beds are now nothing but rotting stubble
Remains of summer cast seeds upon the ground
hoping to rejuvenate and come back in the Spring
I'm browsing Burpee's catalogue, trying to rebound

11/4/09