Frozen Roses

I have begun to write poetry again after years of not feeling like writing anything. I decided to share what I write here - just to have even a minute possibility of an audience - comments & critiques are appreciated -

Head drooping low,

Faded red under white,

Infused with the cold

That comes with death.

Brittle & brown,

Breaking at a touch,

All life has gone

From that cared for bed.

Frozen roses in the snow – 

12/12/11