A Tiny Flower
Form: Sicilian Quintain
O sweet white bloom blushing through snow,
You gently kiss the north winds as they pass,
Whispering to winter 'it's time to go',
From your bluey-green leaves like blades of grass,
Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons flow.
A tiny flower sets the world alight,
And fills a wintered heart with deepest joy,
New life from bleakest days and long icy nights,
Through woods and fields, her bloom Brigid's envoi,
As spring returns into our mortal sight.
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 
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