A Flower in winter

(c) 2019 All Rights Reserved Vashti Stopher Klein

The winter is coming and it will bring snow

So I’ll tell a love story as the cold winds blow

A girl went on a journey until the end

And that is where she came upon him.

Twas a king who welcomed her without disguise

A king who saw there was life in her eyes

And though the girl faltered, she reached for his hand

To steady her heart in the wintry wind…

For she braced for the rain and the winter’s cold

Trying to imagine if she would grow old

But when his bright smile shone on her face

The look in his eyes brought a feeling of grace.

She never imagined feeling again

The magic of love from a wonderful man

But now he was saying all the right things

And all the remarkable feelings that brings.

So she gave her heart to the man who was king

Of the flowers in winter and flowers of Spring

And each petal and season was in his domain

And she but a flower, in the winter’s rain.

So she danced among the stars that night

Spinning and whirling with great delight

Imagining all the joy it would bring

If this Flower in Winter was loved by her king…

Her heart opened wide like she’d not seen before

And the beauty of life was hers once more;

But she could not decide if she was the king’s whim

For what was a Flower in Winter to him?

He loved her soft voice, which brought him great joy

He begged her to open her heart even more

And she sang to him with all of her might

But no words were sent from the king that night.

So she braced for the rain and the winter’s cold

Trying to imagine if she would grow old

But when his bright smile shone on her face

The look in his eyes brought a feeling of grace.

So the Flower believed that her time had past

For she was of winter and never would last

But then she realized she was wildly alive

And she knew that winter was her time to thrive.

So she went to the king with a smile on her face

Saying proudly, “Kind sir, I’ll sing for your Grace

But just for a king who will nurture this flower…

A Flower in Winter, in her finest hour…

A Flower in Winter, in her finest hour!”