Jack Frost came,
but found himself defied
when the sun touched bud
that survived his caress
of chilling rime.
Yellow petals opened,
slowly spreading out wide
as the day's warmth came
under the forgiving sun.
A final flower.
That last rose,
up at the top
of the tall, lonely bush,
declaring rebellion in Nature
against Winter's arrival.
How it survived
to hold her court
on that drowsy, thorny spire
I have no clue,
save sheer orneriness.
Even the plants
struggle against Winter's rule
trying to remind us all
that Spring will come,
and amid it
they will return.
5November2014 - Dyfedd Rex
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