A single flower

The last flower to survive

Tripped with a dusting of frost

Its colours vibrant against the offset of white

How much longer it will last

Minutes, hours or perhaps days?

Such beauty

It can’t be picked thought

It dare not be picked

For once it is then death is all that’s left for it and the beauty it has will fade

So leave it be, this lonely flower

Now one of a kind

The last flower to survive