Blanketed with a snowflake shawl
she holds tight with rosy cheeks
Crowned as princess of the spring
she waits while winter seeks.
One last sweep across the meadow
a cold hand waves farewell
To all preserved in a frozen grasp
Mother Nature lifts her spell.
Free at last from fear of cold
The blossom princess reigns
Her short-lived place upon her throne
will end and fruit remains.