Their pure white heads
push through
the hard crusty ground
in defiance of winter's
nihilistic attitude.
Tough beauty
refusing to be
cast out of Eden
scattered across
the driveway
grasses.
A gentle reminder
that winter passes.
And the spring brings
Renewed hope.
For my Mum who told me today that her snowdrops are coming up.
nice poem. I appreciate your little breath of spring, which right now seems so far away.
ReplyDeleteNo snowdrops in New England, the only things growing here are the icicles. And there's more snow on the way :(
Very nice, Fiona! I'm sorry I haven't visited for awhile. My head's been more in FB than the blogosphere, I guess.
ReplyDeleteThanks you two... :)
ReplyDeleteIt's no problem Rob. Thank for visiting at all!
I am not doing much in the way of posting at the moment anyway. It's fine, i am not really looking for attention but it is a nice surprise when i get some.