A poem
Winter, wearing crystal shards, bares her nudity to all
but, nestled in the cusp of the tufted mound
a lone white 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.