Little Hellebore
Through the driving snow I trudged,
Now crumping 'neath my feet.
Numb fingers, despite gloves,
Head bowed to the sleet.
Stinging cheeks, and frozen nose
Chilled now to the core,
To my surprise, I saw a flower,
A little Hellebore.
A pretty bloom of dusky pink
Peeped up from the snow,
I thought what a dainty flower,
To pick such a time to grow.
It bore no warming layers,
Far hardier than I,
A life force unrivalled,
As snow fell from the sky.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE FLOWER VERSE,
Any form ,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
23/6/2019. Placed =3rd.
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