Sometimes creativity reach perfect-ness and this is one of those moments, I think. Beautiful post!

Richard M. Ankers

Ice Poppies copy

Come Winter storm

Come rain, then snow

The tundra’s call

Is heard below

As seed does stir

And beauty strive

To cut the crust

To come alive

And know you all

Despite the cold

A flower blooms

Does not grow old

The Winter Poppy

In indigo

Proliferates

In Arctic snow

The gift of beauty

Its to give

So delicate

Amongst snowdrifts

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