Deborah White - Forget me Knot

A tiny Forget me not peeps
through the frosted snow
He has nothing else to do and
nowhere else to go.

Alone; suspended tenuous and
vulnerable in a flimsy crevice
He is a daub of beauty
on a glistening white canvas

Not as spectacular as the host
on the hill. But in his simplicity
equally as splendid as the
Golden daffodil.

Deborah White

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