Winter's Blossom

The flowers of the spring are known Throughout the land, they bloom and grow But those that bloom when else is naught Quietly show their beauty wrought In winter’s grasp upon the earth Kin’s absence is what shows their worth The fragile winter flower’s grace Is not that bold, nor that great Yet because it stands alone It stands upon an icy throne For it has thrived where others died That fills it with a secret pride And defiantly it shows its love As it gazes east to the sun The sun which rises up above And hurries to its bed, the west To slumber deep, its glow arest And all the while the north wind blows Biting cold in winter’s throes Which the flower weathers deftly As it struggles as it gently Lifts its head East in morning gold And blooms defiant in the cold