Delicate fissures are cut into flesh,
frostbitten wonders fall to the earth
one, by one, by one.
they are plucked by purple fingers
that are numb to the tips.
Pinpricks wounds stain petals red
as digits bring them to lips,
and the velvety softness snags
on the finely chapped surface.
The fall
of midsummer snow
cannot kill the flowers.
And children laugh
in the corners of our vision;
forgotten bone gardens
filled with winter intentions
that cannot choke growing seeds.
They kneel
'round the tree of life
and pluck the blossoms
just to watch them fall
one, by one, by one.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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