Winter Branches

O , I shall drop this winter like a cloak 
     one day hence; 
And you shall see my heart a-tilt with flower folk , 
   Crocuses and hyacinths and white arabis, 
     Dancing and fluttering in sweet violence. 


Winter is a frozen sorrow; but under ice 
     The flowers grow 
And daffodils are pushing now a frilled device 
  That will break the hands of ice and narcissus 
     Will blow whitely from a bank of snow. 




Cloakless, by Ruth Baldwin Pierson




Some branches of the lilac tree against the snow, jazzed up a bit to add color and make it more abstract.