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.