at a rose again
without scorn
the silky soft petals
grow thorns

I'll not look
at the sun again
I’ve burned
basking in the glow of the light
till sadly spurned

I'll not look
at a crystal snowflake
cascading from the sky
this light fluff
turns to mountains high

I'll not look
at a cherry again
I've choked on the pit
hidden underneath  
a plump red carpet