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.
4 comments:
That's lovely.
I adore your way with words and the images they evoke.
Happy New Year. Jx
What a lovely poem you've today. We are having a strange winter here. I still have pink geraniums blooming on my porch as the pots are off the ground and under cover of the porch roof.
Hi Jan,
Thanks for your kind comments. I love to write these little poems. Happy New Year to you too. Balisha
We are snowing down here :-) It is very beautiful though.
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