Snowdrops
I found you on St Brigid's Day,
Your brave little heads had pushed through
To feel the cold crisp February air.
Standing tall and strong, determined.
White blossoms dancing,
Celebrating that Spring was here,
Your perfect petals dancing in the wind,
Bringing hope to my day.
Like Brigid, you took away all my despair.
Copyright © Louise Norduff | Year Posted 2021
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