Lilacs Grow 

Amidst sheets of ice and snow

A lone wilting lilac grows.

She quietly hides herself away

And attempts to survive another day

Without letting her shivering stem

Become a dead and useless gem

To remind passersby

She once was alive.

Snow is not a suitable home

For one so frail and so alone.

But if it persists

She may come to miss

Those peaceful moments

Which feel like atonement

For a lifetime of sins.

Soon the sun will win

Over the blistering cold

And what’s left will be untold

Stories of survival and pain

This tale merely a stain

Still the lilac will stand

A reminder of a desolate

Lonely place

To land