Pansy

There is a flower in my yard.

Whose life this winter, was very hard.

She bloomed too early, before snow's depart.

I saw her smothered in nature's icy heart.

I thought she died from agony.

A gonner for sure, she seemed to be.

Yet, the final snow melted away,

And there she was! Destroyed? Nay!

She was rosy, bright, cheery as ever.

Shall I doubt a flower again? Certaintly, never!

To all my flowers: Do not despair.

To all my skeptics: Listen with Care;

I write this poem as a cautionary tale.

Do not doubt a flower. She will prevail.