[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ . Prompt’s one day late due a lovely date with Netflix and a bottle of wine.]
Youth is a blossom on a tree.
It springs forth from cold wood,
Something magical in its power
And beauty. The brightness overcomes
Drab greys and deep browns.
But winter must come as well,
Bringing the harsh winds and frozen
Touch. One beauty is destroyed,
Only to bring forth another
In its wake.