When cold had passed away

Her garment of gray

Against

The winter’s sky

Anon

Begotten of a seed

Easily overlooked

And buried alive

Until such a time and

Temperature should

Infuse rebirth

Feelings of life

Understood at

Last within

For if the world walked by

Laughing, or crying

Once, or a thousand times

Who indeed might

Even acknowledge the

Restlessness beneath

Its

Stirring

To awaken in joy

Heaven’s gift to

Every man that sees

‘Raptured and

Overwhelmed my heart and

Soul in your petals’

Embrace