Aster In The Snow

I took a deep breath into the freezing winter air. Walking through the garden, covered in snow, I noticed the death that took over. I stopped in my trail to admire the loss of beauty that was once there. I closed my eyes and imagined what they looked like blooming in June. They seemed more beautiful than usual in my mind. I sat in the snow and stared at them with bliss, but then I opened my eyes and saw it.

So strange, so out of place, a fully bloomed, summer Aster. I stared in amazement. Speechless to the life surrounded by death I suddenly felt warmth in the below freezing temperature that is my surroundings. There I was in the fullest garden I know surrounded by wilted flowers, yet staring face to face with this purple miracle. I was in no hurry to go back where I came or where I was going. I admired the flower for hours upon hours until I no longer could.

Even though it isn’t here I see it. It haunts my passion. I lust for the thought of seeing it. So bright in the dreams full of darkness. I close my eyes and picture the purple glow in the dark, gloominess, of the snowy night. I have to go back… I must go back… that was all I could think to myself…

Running out into the cold below freezing air seemed not to bother me. I rushed to the same spot where I sat for hours in the icy snow in fear it would be gone. I saw it and signed in relief of my irrational fear. I saw it and awed at the infamous glow. I felt myself pulling away, so I reached out for it to save me. It slowly began to come out of the ground roots and all.

I jumped up to find myself still in the snow. I looked down at my near purple fingers. I could no longer feel my body. Standing wasn’t an option. I looked around into the night. I began to shiver as it began to snow again.

I saw the glow even as my eyes grew weak. I tried to speak and beg for the miracle to save me from the peak of death. I tried to reach out for it, but my arm fell limp. I no longer had feeling in any of my limbs. Pl… please… I forced out with what seemed like my last breath. Oddly fear wasn’t with me, instead I felt safe and began to feel warmth once more.

I slowly regained my strength. I forced my still weak arm to reach out again. I signed with relief when my arm made it up to feel the soft cold pedal. I thanked my miracle by stroking the pedal with my thumb. Suddenly the pedal fell and I shed a tear. I slowly sat up in shock.

There goes another… and another. NO, my miracle can’t go… I begged it not to leave me. My safety is wilting away. I begged and begged, but the more I tried the more pedals fell. I stopped as the final four were left. I stopped and took in a deep breath then began to pray.

One… I begged God not to take it away. Two… I broke down in tears begging more. Three I started to wonder how life was and could be without it. Four… I sadly began to walk away trying to accept my loss. Then there it was again… brighter than ever.

I turned around to see it glowing. So full of life, so beautiful, I dropped to my knees. I feared getting close so I stayed away as long as I could. The glow was luring me in… I slowly got close and extended my arm. I signed with relief once my hand reached the pedals and they stayed in tack. I smiled and left only to return tomorrow...