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 might 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 ev’ry circumstance

for life's the grandest miracle indeed -
        and you are far too charmed to go to seed.






~ 1st Place ~ in the “Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest”, Constance La France, Judge & Sponsor

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