Of Roses

 

 

Snow that began falling

in the afternoon obscured

 

the garden, the lane,

the plans; now

 

now, with moon, falls

and falls still,

 

and still, though drifting,

is a sanguine story:

 

we’re here!, breathing

the moral

 

into the blanketing of our own,

evanescent bed.

 

 

Melissa Apperson has poems forthcoming in Barrow Street and River Oak Review. She lives in Concord, MA with her family.