american beauty under seige
by frozen needles and burning winds,
merciless grip placed upon her
in a clear coat of ice.
artisty frozen in time,
timeless refinement and radiance
from the seed under the hot spell
of the ground,
moisture dripping down through pockets
of coffee granules and shredded pine,
sun roasted to bloom,
soft root giving way to
green branches reaching high,
hair-like bristles forming cautionary fuzz,
growing thick into the hardened
stems that prick around the small
blossom that with the right
amount of attention
will swell and explode into full bloom,
from light pink to cake velvet red,
richly hypnotic to the senses.
under the ice she lays suspended
until with warmed palms she's cradled
just right, tenderly stroked into freedom
melting the crystals dripping
white gold through fingertips -
she makes her debut.
and wbile giving her a moment to breathe,
released from winter fury, gently holding her,
cupping thorns respectfully,
all her magnificance is once again free
to inspire, to entice, to be enjoyed.