A jumble of foliage comes in time
Start their claim on the season,
No longer native to this clime
She still stays on, only she knows the reason
Sprinkled bulbs and blossoms have burgeoned through the earth
She sits there in defiance, determined to keep her berth
“We all have to go, we can’t remain
That’s all there is to it”
But she hears not a word her friends say in vain
She will be the first to do it
And one by one her friends slowly twinkle away
Even as the last meanders off, she is going to stay
Her impetuous nature leaves her alone
But she has not a single fright
The jeweled dark a keepsake of her own
As she conceded to her last night
Afloat in mawkish memories and alternate outcomes
Even she cannot deny the allure of what she’s to become
A specter of what she once was her fate
Stretching in the cool shadow of night’s indigo
The rays of Sol start to illuminate
And she knows it’s now time for her to go
Facing windward for the last time, feels like a kiss goodbye too
As she the last snowflake falls from the first spring grass as dew
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Today at dVerse Mish asks us to give nature a voice.
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Well, you had me wondering til the very last line! Well done.
This is captivating! Bravo!
That’s a surprise ending for sure, for me. I thought she was going to be a tree or a thistle in the wind. A snowflake, the last of Winter, Very Good!
The only thing more beautiful than the first snowflake of winter is the last. This was an incredible poem.
I like that you gave her determination and stubbornness. A beautiful perspective poem.
I like the rhyme and cadence of this very much.
What a wonderful viewpoint, and thinking of sadness when winter comes to an end.
aha…the stubbornness of winter….but how beautifully she closes her earthly days….a beautiful poem…
What a journey this takes us on…quite simply magical.
Nice description of the snowflake’s metamorphosis into dew.