as chill days bury hopes of
self expression beneath drifting
snowflakes and icicle sharp
winds slice deep, raking with
claws of unavoidable hardship,
then inner strength blooms
with the deceptive fragility of
snowdrops, for a beautiful
soul can still flourish even in
the bitter grip of adversity
The sight of flowers in the snow is always special.
This post is for day 254 of 365 Days Wild.