Best Snowdrop Poems
Snowdrops falling into bloom, there's no need for mittens
Ladybugs on daisies, as playful as kittens
Lilacs and lilies awaken in spring
And dance to the melody of birds as they sing
Fragrance of brightly colored hyacinths
Leaves an aromatic imprint
The royal flight of the butterfly king
Regally floating on the winds of spring
A bevy of daffodils adorned in golden sashes
And tulips abound with colorful flashes
Hummingbirds hover for the nectar that brings
The sweet flavors of a beautiful spring
The rose will impose with beauty untold
And buttercups will glow in sunbeams of gold
S uch dainty little bowing heads
N ow dare to open up and blossom.
O ver now is winters hold
W hite flowers dance for joy.
D ear little flower so brave and daring,
R ising early in the year
O bedient you are to natures call,
P rompting thoughts of spring.
April 12th 2011 'Flowers of Spring Contest' 2nd place
June 10th 2011 'Best blossom' Contest H/M
Awake
fair maid of
February-
Springtime is around the
corner
As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders, delicate and beautifully poetic,
Familiar friends the alpine violet, the dog tooth violet, daffodils and squills.
The little snowdrop peaks out of the soil to see how many of his friends wait,
The snowdrop sees the Almond trees blossom beautiful while others are leafless,
Bends his little white head to the tacamahac, smiling he waves at the catkins,
He casts his eyes at the mezereon with clustered blooms, a China rose unfolds.
The trees in the woods feel the warmer weather and wild wood flowers sprout up,
The snowdrop nods to his friends the Coltsfoot and cardamine in older fallows,
And in this magical setting the star of Bethlehem beams across the grey trees,
A kingcup waves to the celandine showing off their fine deep and golden lustre.
Then who does the snowdrop see, can it be his friend the daisy growing on turf,
The crocus spreads like a purple flood that has beautified meadows for all time
But for today the violets, white or purple takes its lodgings under our hedges,
They move along the moist banks which is well remembered from a sweet childhood.
Snowdrop
In the dark of the first spring night rain fell.
Far off, in the distance, bells sang out.
Slowly, the dawn came
reluctant at first,
but still it came.
It was still gray when the sun hidden
behind the clouds rose from the horizon,
rain gently falling.
Cherry blossoms hung heavy with anticipation,
swaying carefully in the warming breeze.
The soft wind carried a scent of promise.
The ground sucked at the falling rain
greedily; it took it all,
it was a
hard dry winter.
From the loam, slender green shoots towered above the grass.
At the top white flowers hung heavy,
dripping slowing off their bell-shaped forms
sweet warm honey and milk combined and
dropped into the melting snow.
My spirit uplifted when winter did relent
I see slight dusting of snow in the park
My thoughts are positive no discontent
Somewhere spring has left its mark.
The ground is hard and trees quite bare
Icicles drip with a scattering of frost
If I look carefully just not too sure where
Will find small snowdrop lonely and lost.
This tiny white beauty heralds spring
Can feel happiness rising I smile and laugh
To nature pay homage the robin sings
Snowdrop perfection is winter's epitaph.
Pixabay image by: Sunflair
There was a crowd, I recall, sometime somewhere
close to the edge of spring's fresh green burgeoned heath
and cold winter’s forest dark, I met you there.
A fresh blossom virgin white, lonely, beneath
the canopy of ancient oak, whose cold shade
could not becloud your so captivating shine
made conspicuous amid the purple glade
of bluebells, a snowdrop, singular, divine.
GLACIAL GALA NPM
Bride Earth's pearly sleets
Sheeny snowflake embellished
Moonlit Snowdrops gaze!
Date:30/12/2020
As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders, delicate and beautifully poetic,
Familiar friends the alpine violet, the dog tooth violet, daffodils and squills.
The little snowdrop peaks out of the soil to see how many of his friends wait,
The snowdrop sees the Almond trees blossom beautiful while others are leafless,
Bends his little white head to the tacamahac, smiling he waves at the catkins,
He casts his eyes at the mezereon with clustered blooms, a China rose unfolds.
The trees in the woods feel the warmer weather and wild wood flowers sprout up,
The snowdrop nods to his friends the Coltsfoot and cardamine in older fallows,
And in this magical setting the star of Bethlehem beams across the grey trees,
A kingcup waves to the celandine showing off their fine deep and golden lustre.
Then who does the snowdrop see, can it be his friend the daisy growing on turf,
The crocus spreads like a purple flood that has beautified meadows for all time
But for today the violets, white or purple takes its lodgings under our hedges,
They move along the moist banks which is well remembered from a sweet childhood.
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.
There's been no respite from seasonal cold
With endless rainfall full of angry spite
Grey skies, enchanted clouds do not unfold
It seems as if nature has taken flight.
Long wait for spring when will it be revealed?
Hopefully, the first snowdrops will appear
Mighty oak stands stoic they lie concealed
White waxy beauty that visits each year.
When yellow swathes of daffodils grow tall
In soft gentle breeze, they sway and delight
This is the moment when spring does not stall
Poetic vision and verse will take flight
Magical spring creates pure miracle
Enchanted season will wax lyrical
Weary
on a cold morning
days ahead
like fence posts on a moor
Chatter of guns
Fear of boots in the corridor
Smell of the ward
The same old room
Only love
is a snowdrop on a bomb site
a smile in the teeth of death
12.02
Minding as we step,
counting crocuses we walk,
taking snowdrop stops,
sharing with the afternoon,
joys of two boys now it's spring.
on deadly cold day
when garden appears quite dead
grey dominating
I found a small miracle
white snowdrop braving weather
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21/11/2021
snowdrop
in april
ruining spring
freezing my daffodils
so sad