Snow feathers dancing
where brown birds trail their first songs,
spring waits in bare buds.
Six-pointed crystals,
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Such bright little things,
the green shoots that pierce the snow—
I hear white bells ring.
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Oh I love those brave little buds coming out in uncertain conditions… such tender poetry to welcome them, too!
Thank you! There is so much courage around us, from buds to birds nesting, not knowing if another hard frost is coming, just that it’s time.
This is lovely. I love the snowbells bursting through the snow–so hopeful.
They are lovely flowers. Ours have never done anything, and we never have snow for them to burst through anyway. When we were in the north we did, and it was magic.
They are lovely. I don’t know what happened to ours.
The ones we brought from the north decided not to bother here, so we planted some new ones, a stonking German variety that produces lots of green leaf, but no flowers.
If ours just have leaves, my husband and I probably wouldn’t recognize them. We’re so awful at garden stuff. 🙂
I only recognize them because I planted them! The leaves aren’t striped like ‘proper’ snowdrop leaves. They’re broad and bright green like bluebell leaves.