Snowdrops

a poem

The first sighting of Galanthus

Emerging from snow

and mud

and rotten leaves

White blooms unblemished

pure and holy

The tiny buds promise

that warmer weather awaits

Though spring may be false

and snow falls again

ice forms in sheets

after early rainstorms

The plant preserves

Using the snow as a blanket

to shelter young leaves

Though not as noticeable as their cousins

The bold yellow daffodils

and briliant tulips

Snowdrops are the strong silent heralds

of rebirth

Spring is near