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Some readers will doubtless categorise this image of an unfortunate hydrangea blossom as romantic…..
Snow falls to earth as weightless feather down,
slow motion, glorious, desirable,
for a time a tree’s magnificent crown,
jewel-like little gems indispensable.
I reach out, touch it, take it to my heart,
cold to hold, so delicate in it’s form,
amazing web-like structure every part,
brilliant to the naked eye, not forlorn.
Such beauty, my mind ever in circles,
nature, like a framed tapestry of thread,
frosty figurines formed from icicles,
hiding snowdrops emerging from their bed.
slow motion, glorious, desirable,
for a time a tree’s magnificent crown,
jewel-like little gems indispensable.
I reach out, touch it, take it to my heart,
cold to hold, so delicate in it’s form,
amazing web-like structure every part,
brilliant to the naked eye, not forlorn.
Such beauty, my mind ever in circles,
nature, like a framed tapestry of thread,
frosty figurines formed from icicles,
hiding snowdrops emerging from their bed.
Mainz Daily Photo 
>I have a similar bloom taken in the Marais in the snow last week. I'll post it and include a link to your nice poem JB. Look at you getting all poetic on us! V
>And for the ending (to make it a true sonnet of 14 lines) might be:Essence of a season so romantic,bordering on the ever ecstatic.
>Ah, romantic it is… a creative, romantic photo that lacks only a poem; a sonnet perhaps!