Walking through the door,
The cold winter air
Brushes through my hair.

It kisses my cheek
And hugs me,
With a frozen embrace.

As I look down,
To the colder than ice ground,
There’s a dandelion.

It makes the world still,
So still its hard to breath

Staring down at this flower,
Down at the end of my feet.

Almost like magic,
It survives in the freeze
And as white as the snow.

The sun shines down,
Onto this flower
Frozen in time.