Snow-In-Summer Poem by Stephen Harris

I walked a trail where little grew
But thorn and weed on blackened ash
A manmade hill of factory spew
Two warring tribes of brush and brash

When halfway up this lonely path
I noticed at the hedge side grow
Flowering white, a frosty swathe,
A covering pure like virgin snow

Her petals were a velvet ruff
That sat beneath a golden crown
A princess born of common stuff
Resplendent in her bridal gown

And as I stood by Hawthorn tree
Still smitten by the snow-in-summer
I knew a piece of me would be
Remaining here and by this flower