I was running home on a chill winter morning
When the first snow was falling
I stopped at the crossing to catch my breath
Then I saw the lone flower
It was sitting there all bright and beautiful
With frost creeping up its stem
I picked it up with my gloved hand
Took it home, put in a vase
Set it on the table and laid back
Watched it
All was silent
No words needed to be spoken
All was said by the flower’s nodding head

January 12, 2016 at 1:27 pm
Ur poem very cool to read on a hot day-in Dec Here
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