what strange impressions fresh roses give
when winter bites our very toes
apple blossom pink and fine
while hoar frosts still come and go
too bright green leaves of sycamore
too red the roses on the vine
outside snow and frost now thaw
and freezing rain so very fine
blinds my eyes to summer's bliss
while longing for the icy mists.
l. ivison 2026 copyright.
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