Winter Garden Penitents 
in the hard-pour of January rain
hollow reeds of black-eyed susans
stiffen and crack under the ice-weight
as it wraps itself around each slender stem.
Spiny heads covered by crystal caps,
they bow with every crack, and each cry
is a prayer of contrition, a hymn they sing
to the white-haired goddesses of winter,
watching, remote, inside their crystal-cold cathedrals.
Carol A. Stephen
January 12, 2012
Quillfyre 
You have such a wonderful way of creating images.
Glad you like them, Gilly! Carol
Nice collection of “Stones” you always did like to keep rocks when you were a kid as I remember!
yes… lol still like rocks but more faceted and polished now…
c