The frost begins.

Frozen berries

softly jeweled

like precious stones

on this barren vine.


I plucked a frozen flower

as quiet fills

this closing hour.


My heart

has turned to winter.

Do not beg

to love me.


There are

no refunds left

and this destiny

has sailed.


copyright Es-tee Miller


When you remove the risk, you remove the challenge. When you remove the challenge, you wither on the vine…Alex Lowe


About redcontroversy

I know I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ soul is definitely alive.
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2 Responses to BARREN

  1. Donna says:

    Love this poem (and the others Estee) I see a book of poetry begging to be published . . . I’d like to be the first to pre-order a copy ; – )

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