Tending Flowers

I tend the flowers I keep even in winter's chilly sleep bulbs well protected from the winds of the north anxious to burst and blossom forth and bloom radiant displays thru winter ice and cold arrays. A tiny crocus, a thick hyacinth, young snowdrops stretch their green blades up to pop shoots rising in anticipation of the sunlight warm and gentle rays stretching in the window enticing their growth to continue. Just beyond the holidays that slow inched up despite December snows breathing anew in January throws a flower appears and scents the birthing of a usual springtime event. It is life, so precious and real that makes us smile in gratitude of its appeal and like a babe about to be born we hold it cherished flowers with thorns indescribable and unimaginable divine forms.