December Flowers

I look at you all, through the window,
I see you all, gathered in the meadow,
Basking in the cold, between the snow,
Fluttering gracefully to the breeze’s flow.

I look at you all, and I deeply wonder,
How you stand, despite the cold’s sunder?
I always hope and pray to be very sure,
Yet it lingers: the fear of making a blunder.

Why do I fear? I can’t vividly say,
As my thoughts now, are quite gray.
Sitting in the snow, I always tend to wonder,
When to put a fight, and when to walk away?

You lovely flowers, you are hardly a day old.
Yet you stand and fight, despite the bitter cold.
Budding against the snow, and flakes that befall,
Where do you get the strength to be so bold?

I used to feel a lot, in extremes in the past,
Now I feel nothing, the pain to cold quite lost.
To stand and feel nothing, undeterred by the cold,
Is this a gift of worth? Or is it a sunken cost?

I can’t tell for sure, if I became quite strong,
But never was I this bold in life for this long.
Did I become one of you? Tell me december flowers!
Despite the cold I’m fluttering, and singing a song.