Illustration by ELISABETH ANNE MARIE
Tiny flower of vibrant hue
Blooming alone in the cold and rain—
Would that I were as courageous as you.
And why are you trying to bloom again?
I pluck you now in bleak November.
Come, share my warmth inside my door,
And my heart will longingly remember
That springtime will return once more!
By subscriber Irene Smeenk of Jenison, MI.