Winter, wearing crystal shards, bares her nudity to all
but, nestled in the cusp of the tufted mound
a lone purple Marguerite daisy stands proud
Luminescent and innocently pretty,
a coy damsel oblivious of her beauty.
A sign of resilience
A symbol of grace
I stood love stung, adoring her
dancing freely in the flirtatious breeze,
It is beautiful to hear words like that in these turbulent days.
Wonderfully serene poetry.