Snowdrop

With upright green leaves and delicate white flowers

You greet the winter grey.

Withstanding those days

Of crisp blue skies

When Jack Frost shows no mercy.

In the evening chill

Darkness comes

Still you stand strong

Waiting for the morning light,

Oh beautiful snowdrop.

February is your month of glory

But sometimes you brave the January weather,

Soon crocus flowers

And scented hyacinths will follow.

By late March the revolution will start

As daffodils and tulips join in the fun.

I take a stroll in the park

The birds are singing

I listen to the urban symphony,

Traffic rumbles

Sirens screech

Lord sometimes I am wrapped up in my sorrows.

But this display of colour

Cheers me up.

Eventually summer light will be here

We move a little nearer every day,

But you brave snowdrop

Wake up in mid winter

To tell us that the journey is underway.

Frank Bangay

February 2010