Snowdrops
by poetrydiary
Snowdrops humble before frozen grass,
iced twigs and sharpened sods of winter’s
deathly call, this morning. I noticed
you again, this year; warm and gentle
by the tree, assuming nothing
but tomorrow’s sun.
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I planted some snowdrops more than 10 years ago underneath a willow tree in my garden. Some years I feel I don’t notice them at all.
poetry diary 
Love it. I like the way you’ve personalised nature here.
I found the note after very compelling–yes, how can we not notice these wonders? Do we think, “Oh, it’s only the snowdrops again; I’ve seen them before.”?
I love snowdrops. This is lovely in its simplicity. ~ Julie
They’re so pretty (when we actually notice them), aren’t they? – and their promise, so welcome at this time of year… A lovely poem, this.
incredible snowdrops imagery,
along with the sun for tomorrow,
perfectly fine tuned piece.
beautiful…perhaps this year you will notice them more than ever.
Beautiful capture of the winter scene….I like the pragmatic take on life ~
that last line is wondrous in its simplicity. a real pleasure to read, this reverie.