Snowdrop Poem

Snowdrops
©Judith Owston

The cold winter, begins to soften,
As fresh blooms bow to greet the year.
Delicate, nodding, in the sharp winter wind,
Their short lives, for us to share,

Pure, Virgin white to our delight,
On earth’s barren ground they grow
Crowding together, with a splash of white,
While spring spreads her moist green glow.


Sad and tired, ignored by all
Their crowing glory now surpassed
More colourful blooms grace our land
As they weep petals in the grass

Spring brings warmth, her glory spreads
As more blooms dare to dance so free.
These mud splattered blooms, now in shreds
Their beauty gone for all to see



Their task nearly done, they turn to seed,
Swollen with their bounteous fare,
Pods burst, seeds scattering far
Seeds, to give life in future years.