Beauty Well Weighed

A crisp frost creeps over land in winter’s first

Early morning movement one December dawn

Falling on flowers, like sleeping lovers entangled

Wrapped in the ice of morning like chilled pawns

They find no warmth of revival beside the other,

Caught in the veil betwixt life and winter's charm.

Unaware, they sleep as lovers seldom do

Dreaming dreams of sun and fresh-kissed dew

Within the morning light, they shine as one

From effects of dew and winter's frost anew

Emboldened by the moon's revolving dance,

Discarded flowers lay where they were strew.

Flowers intertwined on a frosty, wind-chilled day

In a display of untold depths, they seek to invade

Youth’s fading light, forever bound in visions of

Frozen flowers lingering 'midst winter’s shade

To silently signal the dawn of day's new birth

Within the substantiality of beauty well weighed.