Poor Pansy poem by Jane M. Seaver

A pansy,
butter-yellow against the snow,
strains against frosty burden.
Able, in deepest winter,
to stand bravely
as the coldest air
destroys her botanical fellows,
this velvety flower
cannot tolerate
the weight of wind-whipped
that batters her softness.
Petals folding gracefully,
she bows her head
in snowy defeat.

c. 1997