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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
Copyright ©
Davis Mills
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