Hidden Flower

Winter creeps in,

quietly.

The first flake of snow falling,

without a sound.

Going by unnoticed,

until it is found.

The pile grows

and does not leave,

unlike the flowers

who used to be.

Streets and houses

glitter with snow,

as the smoke from chimneys

begin to show.

Soon it melts to an icy shower,

revealing every hidden flower.