Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Snowdrops remind me of weekends at my Grannie's;
I would spend my time searching for them
and jump for joy when they appeared.
Now I wait for them to herald the end of Winter,
Welcoming the spring and all that is new -
All that is possible for the year ahead.
And perhaps they console me, too,
Soothing the heart with their purity. 

To the Snowdrops

Oh snowdrops, I think that
You came in the night,
In only your nighties
And that's why you're white.
The world was all sleeping
With never a sound,
You wanted to see it
So came through the ground.
I think that you're smiling,
But still feel too shy
To lift your sweet faces
To smile at the sky

  Melinda Kennedy

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