He
descended from the night sky on threads of ice crystals
anchored
by the waning moons tip, sliding silently to earth.
Withdrawing
his brush as a warrior would his sword
he
struck hard and fast painting frost upon the garden.
No
one could deny his intent, and that was to destroy life
on
an autumns night when all were tucked safely asleep.
They
had no strength to fight, drained of warmth and sun,
death
was inevitable this night as Jack the Nipper laid waste.
Booo !
This is a perfect post .. Jack the Nipper is too cute an allegory for the garden !
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Joy : )
Thanks so much Joy, someone finally got it ;)
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