Sunday, December 05, 2010

skip, icicles, rose

Composition in a skip.
The icicles which were hanging from the climbing-rose outside the sitting room  window like  discrete Christmas  decorations, have melted away. While those which were hanging from the gutter have been crashing into the area outside the kitchen window.
A small red rose has flowered under the melting snow, preserved like something in a bowl of ice or presented like a sugar rose on the icing of a cake,

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