Chrysanthemums in Snow

Everyone thought they’d die
by the time December rolled around,

when the chill hit
and Mrs. B removed her wind chimes
and the birds all flew South

We knew they were precocious,
wiser than their years
and ahead of their time,
and we were glad for them

But still –
Everyone thought it was a miracle
to see their bright pink heads
poking out in open revolt

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