Winter Flowers

 

While the icy wind bites my skin

And the green leaves fade grey

Amongst the lifeless branches

A pop of hues does sway.

 

It strikes up from  the earthen pot

Where lay the trees’ shed leaves

A strong burst of joy does dwell

A lovely sight making time freeze.

 

Red, yellow, and pink dahlias

Intricacy, vibrance, and hue

Smashing paast mundane chill

A blessing bright and new.

 

Every petal the shape of morning dew

Filled in with rainbowy pigment

Flared out like rays of the sun

Held by the emeral ligament.

 

Oh the divine creation: a flower

Rising up in the season of snow

A stunning  bud striking dull gales

Oh winter flower, you dazzle me so.