I Saw a Sundrop: Constanza

I saw a sundrop in a field, a daffodil to be exact, stand brave upon the snow-filled tract. In blighting cold it would not yield; long since its fellows disappeared to that one spot it still adhered, though flurries did the winter wield. The autumn did its namesakes in before the hoarfrost could begin and slicing gusts now unconcealed, with falling rain becoming snow. The way of death it would not go as though behind a covert shield that kept its sunlit attitude when sleet unto the land ensued. I saw a sundrop in the field, in blighting cold it would not yield, though flurries did the winter wield and slicing gusts now unconcealed, as though behind a covert shield. 11/15/17