winter wildflower -

oh tell me what's this ruse, my little friend? proud petals spread and reaching for the sun did you not think that you should be undone by all the winter white the heavens send? I wonder, can you wriggle rooty toes dug deep beneath the frozen permafrost? and what will your proud exhibition cost when that chill winter mistral lastly blows? I think, perhaps, you're quite a bit like me not satisfied with summer's briefer tides how quickly all that magic came and died not ready yet, to set those passions free so, know our meeting isn't just by chance ‘twas no mistake you blossom in the cold you've given me a message, rich as gold to make the most of every circumstance for life's the grandest miracle, indeed - and you are far too charmed … to go to seed. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Early November 2018 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Seasonal Or Unseasonal" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.