Scharlachglut Roses

 

 

It's cold in New Brunswick.  Not as cold as it will be later in the winter, but cold enough.  The daytime temperatures are just above the freezing point; night times are just below.  Yet look at what continues to form new buds, to burst into bloom, in the front garden.  Amazing hardiness!  Such determined gifts of loveliness, in a landscape that is turning to the greys of November.

Photos and words are copyright Carol Steel.

Thorns of Frost

Thorns of Frost

Sometimes

I search for truth...

too hard.

Sometimes

I can't see what

is in front of me.

But sometimes,

I see through

the superficial.

Sometimes

I see the silver

shining.

Spines of magic,

like thorns of frost

so willing

to teach me truth,

they melt in my hands.

Sometimes...

Words and photo are mine.