On a cold and bracing February day,
A tiny snowdrop came out to play,
She bowed her head to the biting breeze,
Nestling close to the swaying trees.
Later that day she procured a mate,
Who’d popped up next to the garden gate,
He doffed his cap in her direction,
She nodded straight back, with some affection.
In a couple of days their family expanded,
How many of these bulbs could I have planted?
They’ve covered the borders and the cracks by the wall,
Then next to the shed, they are starting to sprawl.
They’ve popped out of the pots on the brick patio,
Sprung up in the hedges and the shrub mistletoe,
They’re right by the lawn, their coverage immense,
Multiplying daily, climbing right up the fence,
What a display for us to behold,
A plethora of flowers, so delicate, yet bold,
Impervious to frost, bad weather and cold.
They brighten each day as their petals unfold.
Yet one month later there’s not much left,
Their stems will have faded and we’ll be bereft,
So enjoy their company while they are here.
And hope they will visit, again, next year.
Lorraine Weightman ©
