The flower of January

I am the flower of January,

struggling in cold and misery

You may find me a little odd..

as I am now snow covered

People laugh at my insanity

for losing the colour and identity

Ignorance is what I have to bear

A feel, which once I did fear..

But no regrets depress my soul,

as there aren't doubts about my goal.

I am a flower destined to bloom

and that I do without any gloom

Come and feel my soft petals..

hidden beneath these snow crystals

and fill your soul with my fragrance

that I cherish in a spring's remembrance.