Roses & Linen

There are roses in the snow, like wrinkles in time. I contemplate. I turn them around in my mind and take in their fragrance, as if they hold the secret of deliverance.

Petals, like droplets of red and melancholy pink lay quiet on tufts of linen. Each fold and shadow whispers the invitation to crawl beneath and be transported to another place, far from here.

© Rachelle


"Terminal Frost"
by Pink Floyd
(w/New Machine 1&2)