When cold air is blowing
all the way from Siberia,
killing birds that should nestle
and a tulip that tries to rise from the soil,
like that, such bitter reward
is what we got from efforts
to be like others in our youth.
To be a tulip in frost.
To make a nest on frozen ground,
and find the little chicks frozen
and petals dead before bloom.
Spring comes late sometimes
but then, it bursts in thousands daffodils,
and with young birds singing all around.