Beneath the step

I found you there
Growing quietly
Unannounced to the world
I spy a pretty
All by itself
Yet content.
I don’t know why I stopped
Grabbed the camera to capture
The simplicity of the moment.
I guess out of darkness
Beauty can thrive,
Can grow in fact.
You can’t put down
What must be,
You must allow the time
For blossoming,
To fill the purpose
That was meant
For this flower,
For you,
For me.
I tend to move
Out of darkness into light
Then back again
Always changing
Never the same.
That little flower gone now,
A bed of white snow takes her place.
Having served her purpose
She ended in a vase
Loved.