The wind arrives like a whisper of fate,
carrying the weight of winter’s first breath.
Petals tremble, but dare not surrender,
in the memory of warmth still hoping beneath the frost.

They stand together, rooted in defiance,
their colours soft, yet unyielding,
their silence a song of resistance.

For even as the storm claims the sky,
grace holds the ground, fragile,
luminous, and eternal.

Acrylic On Canvas
30″ x 48″