FLOWER

I saw a flower today

a pretty little flower

in the dead of winter

growing up

out of the snow.

I saw a little flower

watched it grow

go up, out,

arrive into the air

where it wanted to be recognized

for its own unique accomplishment.

But there was no one there

to congratulate the flower

witness its triumph

celebrate its victory over nature

over time

over fate.

It was just me

and the flower

and the snow and the air

and everything working against it.

And still the flower grew.

Naturally, I plucked it.