Wisconsin Bonnets Poem by Daniel Thomason

In the shear meadows of a frozen wonder,
The snow tumbles along on top of the badger homes,
The sun is hidden behind a crowd of cumulus cotton balls,
And it is colder than the ice that dangles from the tree branches,
Birds are nowhere in sight,
Nor do the insects march along the picnic paths,
But they're there regardless of their presence,
Because our hearts can put them in front our eyes,
It grows darker with the axis of our planet,
And the morning it slips away to the neighbors,
But when the sunshine rises tomorrow underneath this frozen atmosphere,
There will be a bluebonnet poking out of the winter blanket,