Adverse fortune or non-fate

Two by four parallelogram

All set in a calamitous event.

The flower had length and

width - frozen in time by the

cold's grip; aged like a man

of sixty winters; no mercy.

It's progress was obstructed

by the ice that clung to it

Then was thrown into Old

Man Winter's blender.

The flower was arrested, then

surrendered as it stood there

motionless, as motionless as

if it were in a Siberian morgue.

Whenever Spring would decide

to make its' return, it would be

too late to claim the flower's

body; would be sold for parts.

All the flower could hope for now

would be that a few of its' seeds

were evenly distributed by the wind

and would grow in a sunnier place.

'2008' RLS