The skeletal remains of flowers
I don’t know what they are called.
I do know
I enjoyed their presence.
The antique colouring
A warmth that is a contrast
To the cold whites and blues
of the snow.
Another contrast is
The tiny sharp bursting buds
Against the larger full round petals of the flowers
Yet another contrast
The delicate, brittle thinness that belies
The strength it takes to stay intact
through wind, rain and snow.
I did not touch them.
I was concerned that if I did
I would ruin it.
So I took photos instead.