Whereupon I looked down upon some pale orange <br />Arising from the warming ground <br />Like a small sunrise of it's many petaled rays <br />With familiar fuzzy leaves appearing around the edges <br />Of a surprize flower thought long dead <br />Through Winter's deep chill <br />The Spring has brought it forth <br />To enliven the garden's edge <br />Where nothing grew just a few days before. <br /> <br />(4.28.7 The Gift)<br /><br />Heather Z. Hanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-surprise-flower/
