Singular Beauty

  The weeds looked bedraggled in a solemn winter landscape,

beaten down by voracious winds,

sapped of energy by caustic cold

until the sun shone for an instant long enough,

and I bent with lens to get a little closer

and zoomed to erase her weed-companions.

And from the chaos of that weedy patch emerged 

a dramatic apparition waving in a sunny breeze,

 staunchly standing  in a blanched terrain,

made beautiful by its singular independence.

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