Winter Bud
When I was just a drowsy bud to bloom,
I heard the murmur of the playful breeze
Whispering spicy spiels of far-off seas -
I longed to grow, to rise from my gloom.
Alas! I was born a flashing flower,
Dancing wild, teasing the naughty bees,
Winking at him, flirting in the shower -
Weeping at night for a mild parting kiss.
Now I long to embrace that bemused me;
Winter arrives with his white, cruel shiver,
Wiping my brightness and my gentle plea,
Freezing me soft beneath grains of silver.
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