Winter Garden
Winter’s moon leaves
a slick of ice, agony
bedded on the leaves.
Touched by silence.
The garden shines
stiff as starched sheets.
The roses buried
where music has gone quiet.
Summer was once here
with secret perfumes that
flew the air on iced wings.
for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #168 “Ice”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter @dversePoets #amwriting @midjourney
Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Love your winter garden, Marilyn: the description of the slick of ice as ‘agony bedded on the leaves’ and the ‘roses buried where music has gone quiet’.
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Thank you, David!
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Simply sublime, Misky! I long for summer and roses red as wine. 🌹 ❣️
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Oh, I’m so jealous! We have nothing blooming yet but it surely beats snow. You’re most welcome, Misky!
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That image is stunning! Your imagery is pure magic!
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You’re most welcome.
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It is beautiful, but summer is still better
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I agree. Much better.
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A lovely winter garden. That photo is amazing.
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Thanks so much!
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Beautiful wintry images….especially love the “iced wings”.
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Thank you.
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Winterscape under the moon is haunting. Love this part: “The garden shines / stiff as starched sheets.”
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It's Still Life 
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