The Winter Lily

Buds push through the warming dirt,

Blooms burst on the trees.

Daffodils revive the gray landscape.

A bird chirps.

The first to echo through the bare trees of the forest

And against the dry grass.

The spring rains trickle down,

Rejuvenating the hard ground

And giving the soft pitter patter

To your ears as you drift into sleep.

White and pink flowers awaken with the morning sun,

Challenging the warm yellow light

And the bright green onions that shoot through the damp earth.

The beauties of Spring erupt in the greys of winter.

But winter has not yet finished.

Delicate snow floats to the ground,

Replacing the pitter patter with soft thumps

Of crystal clumps meeting the ground.

Snow upon the yellow bushes and pink trees,

Dulling their bright colors with the snow’s soft white touch

The treasures of two seasons clashing in one,

Fighting for the attention from our eyes.

Two different beauties thrust together in a glorious display.

But spring will prevail.

The snow will melt, flowers with dominate the landscape

And rich green leaves will fill the blue sky again.

The snow will melt

Spring will prevail.