A friend sent us a flower,

it made all the difference,

even in the ice-covered window,

even against the red barn in the snow,

even when it was cold.

It was a small thing,

graceful and yellow, somehow defiant,

it reminded us that the world is filled,

with color and light,

our job to find it and make sense of it.

It was a small thing, in a graceful vase,

it made all the difference.