Despite the Cold

Winter.
Cold.
Snow on the ground.
Days are grey.
Darkness comes too early.
There is danger
of the darkness seeping in
to your soul.

Inside you
live flowers.
Tender and bright.
Susceptible to winter.

You nourish them
like a two-year-old,
defiant
to powers greater than you,
knowing you might lose,
but if you are flagrant enough
you can bring the flowers home
despite the eternal winter.

About this poem

So what if I fight to be happy? It’s a good fight, and most days, I have color in my life.

The picture of the flowers was taken in Las Vegas, at the end of winter.

Tom