Whereupon I looked down upon some pale orange
Arising from the warming ground
Like a small sunrise of it's many petaled rays
With familiar fuzzy leaves appearing around the edges
Of a surprize flower thought long dead
Through Winter's deep chill
The Spring has brought it forth
To enliven the garden's edge
Where nothing grew just a few days before.
(4.28.7 The Gift)
Heather Z. Hanna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-surprise-flower/
