Little nub of not quite green peaking up at me.
I planted you in fall so late, beneath the tall birch tree.
The statue of our Lady is standing just behind..
I wanted flowers there for her...and snowdrops came to mind.
Snowdrops nodding in the breeze.. flowers of white so pure..
A perfect flower, in a mass, right in front of her.
So wait my little nub of green.. for winter to be done..
Your blooming time will come in Spring, when the earth is warmed by sun.