An extension of winter, Far beyond the reaches of fall. Soft rain clammers along, Pattering my skin with kisses, Through it all.
My life carrying over the year. Observing all the life that was, Passed and longed for, I'm the flower who holds near.
No one will recall, For I am the lone flower. That hides through fall, Calls for the winter, Dies for the spring. As the flower and me show I am the perennial to you all.