Blankets of cold white
Flower hidden from the cold
Life waiting for spring
By Jim Milks
Right now, where I live, it's really cold. But I can still see plants trying to bloom in the snow.
Although I've always thought that it's not right to only think of winter as a time in which things are dying, this poem is a beautiful reflection of nature in a valiant fight for spring.
-M.
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