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

 

Frosted Flower Beauty Winter Wallpaper