[FONT="]Silent[/FONT]
[FONT="]snow falls straight down,[/FONT]
[FONT="]encasing me in a [/FONT]
[FONT="]soft, white cocoon. Motionless,[/FONT]
[FONT="]I wait.[/FONT]
When my eldest daughter was very small she would often come in from the garden with a large bundle of spring crocuses, tulips, or daffodils; all of which are single bloomers. For whatever reason, I could never get her to pick dandelions in summer.
Survives
the winter snow.
Endures frosty spring nights—
to be snatched in full bloom by my
daughter.
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