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The Legend of Little Flower
 


The Legend of Little Flower
a coat of many colors

Her cheeks were red like the petals of Wild Roses. Her eyes were large
and glowed like the eyes of the Fawn at night.
Her hair was brown like the wing of the Owl, and long flowing
like the river behind her.

Her hands are filled with Willow buds, and on her head was a crown of flowers.
Her mantle was woven with sweet grasses and ferns,
and her moccasins were white Lilies,
laced and embroidered with petals of Honeysuckles.

When she; little flower breathed, the air of the day became fragrant and warmer,

Little flower smiled forth at angry skies, and the sunlight streamed
from the grey clouds and shot its warmth
through the canopy of the tree tops and across barren lifeless land.

I am love, spoke the little flower, and I am loved by the birds,
and when I smile,
“flowers spring up all over the forest, and the meadows are carpeted with green.'
And Mother Earth wears my coat of many colors

'I breathe into the air,' said the little flower, and the warm rains come,
and the covering of snow vanishes like the darkness
when the sun awakens
and rises from its bed in the morning.

'But when I, the little flower, walk forth, the trees burst into leaves,
and the sweet birds build again their nests in the branches.
The winds sing soft and pleasant music to the ears of Mother Earth,

As the little flower ceased speaking, the day became very warm and bright.
The maiden passed her hands above Winters head,
and she grew smaller and smaller.

The bluebirds came and filled the trees about Winters lodge, and sang;
and the rivers lifted their waves, foamed and leaped along.
Streams of water flowed from Winter's mouth,
and he vanished away, while his garments turned into glistering leaves.

Then Little Flower knelt upon the ground, and took from her bosom
a cluster of delicate flowers,
Fragrant, Beautiful and Rose-White.
She hid them beneath the leaves, and breathing on them with love,
And whispered:

'I give you, O precious jewels, all my virtues and my sweetest breath.
Men shall pluck you with bowed head
and bended knee.'

Then she arose, smiled at winters door and moved joyously over the plains,
and among the hills, and through the valleys.

The birds and the winds sang together, while colorful flowers everywhere
lifted up their heads and greeted her with fragrance.
So always in the early Spring, wherever the little flower stepped,
grows the Trailing Arbutus.
A reminder of Winters passing, these colorful
fragrant
Little Flowers

Anthony

For Little Owl
And her
Little Flower

Written for: JFTLOI Challenge
Host: Kajuncutie



By WinterWolf

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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