The flower flesh is frozen
but there are seeds beneath the ground,
there are seeds beneath the ground.
The florets have all grayed
Their scent is buried in the snow,
I do not know what Spring will bring;
I fear what things may grow,
but the birds will someday soon return
and sing and peck and bound;
for they too know, and they too fear,
the seeds beneath the ground.
Frozen Flowers
