Frost-Flowers, OR: Aging
©December 4th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Genre: _____________?
Word Count: 100 words
I remember when frost-flowers froze. Old Jack Frost put on his chill cloak of ice and snow, puffed his cheeks and blew out all life. Then, he fell down in a swound, and lay, eyes open to the sky, which reflected death right back into his eyes.
I remember once, when the earth had been green and pulsing with life. My friend and I would chase butterflies in the meadows, and thrill to the sound of birds, while we plucked wildflowers.
Now, memories are frosting over, covered with a thin film of despair.
I lay me down to rest now.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her prompt-selection, and to Janet Webb for the lovely photo-prompt!