On the first blade of grass
Rests a frosty little lass,
A delicate cold beauty
Bound by one last winter duty;
Fallen to earth for glories sake
Her time comes so soon to go...
For this, the final fragile flake
Of the concluding winter snow.
Beauty comes in small packages-A great, little poem withmuch imagery
I love this sweet little proof of your great talent! Constance
I like the poem for its vivid portrait is a last snow flake, and the blade of grass on which it lay. It amazing how poets like you can see beyond the smallest things of nature and create a poetic wonder from it.
I absolutely love it, so much in so little. Great rhyming scheme Smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this little verse, really beautiful - food for the imagination.