This is the time of year when, if we are lucky, we see snowdrops. We’ll rejoice more
than we usually do when we see them this year for the bitter weather has left us yearning
for these delicate yet strong flowers. The lovely sight of hope nurtured in the cold darkness,
realised in the light of new days, will give us encouragement for the year ahead.
SNOWDROP
Little flower
Smiling at the bitter sun
Petal and leaf
Bright
With the fury and joy
Of new life.
Laughing at the
Iron fist
Of winter.
©2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
I love it when I see snow drops. I don’t see many near me though. I wish there were carpets of it like when visiting somewhere like Kew Gardens or stately homes.
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Really good channeling of the spirit of Snowdrop, Gwen! I love it!
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Me, too, Liz. Glad you like the poem.
Gwen.
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Laughing at the iron fist,
Of winter!!!
Lovely, Gwen!
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Thanks, Sharon. We have sun (!) today. Glad you liked the poem
Gwen.
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Thank you, Camilla. It is so cold, I always wonder how this fragile flower survives.
Gwen.
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wonderful, Gwen ; love ‘the fury and joy of new life’ and that ‘iron fist of winter’ —
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Thank you, John.
Gwen.
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