Snowdrops

A little poem

I’m struggling to write at the moment.

It’s been a strange week, for various reasons.

I’m going to take a bit of a break from things on here. Regroup, as they say.

For now though, have a poem I wrote, about Snowdrops.

Snowdrops

The snowdrops dangled silver tears

Some said that it was dew

But I’ve broken my heart with them

So knew it wasn’t true

They huddle close as wounded doves

Bound to their fate by green

Stooping to ground in angel gowns

Their faces seldom seen

And no-one knows, for what they weep

The reason they should cry

Perhaps a frost they cannot keep

When winter says goodbye

They hang their heads so solemnly

Yet all most people say

Is “Oh! To see some snowdrops

Means that Spring is on the way!”

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