Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Be there by the bridge,
Sorbus said,
I'll be wearing a flower
in my buttonhole.

But she never showed,
least not
that he knew,
she saw him through
the falling snow:
bespectacled,
black bearded,
with pointed chin
and hooked nose.

She wanted more
than that
to please
and feed
her hidden rose.