This is a pic from the green room...I fell in love with the contrast of the red against the white of the snow...I thought of the fairy tale about Briar Rose.
Upon tainted lips of frosted red
would I bequeath my kiss.
To awaken the maiden,
cold and frigid,
in her poisoned sleep.
"Come come my love. Winter fades and the bedchamber of Spring lies in wait. "
Copyright 2007, K. D. Loy