Bloom

Winter winds sing ceaseless songs

I'm swayed, unclothed

In the dews of the sun.

The music swoops me

Into the eye of the storm

But I sow myself like a shrub: 

Supple and staunch.

The music grows louder

Than my throbbing eardrums,

But I bloom like a flower:

Soft and strong.

Avalanches bury me 

Into the pits of the ground

But I bloom, delicate and deadly,

Like Poppy blossoms.

Tashfia Ahmed is an educator, poet and contributor for Star Books and Literature. She teaches English at Scholastica school.