There's something about a snowdrop

Here is my poem about looking for signs that Spring will soon be here.

Looking for Snowdrops

There's something about a snowdrop
That lifts my spirits high
It surely is a sign
That winter's passing by.

There is a lot of beauty
In a rosy, frosty dawn
Sparkling ice around a lake
Snow sprinkled on the lawn.

 Crumpets sitting by the fire
 Hot chocolate in a bar
Walking home at twilight,
Guided by a star.

For Winter is an empress
Dressed in fur so white
Her jewels are silver icicles
And golden stars at night.

But after months of long dark nights
We start to look around
For the signs that Spring is on the way
Right there upon the ground.

Among the dry, brown Autumn leaves
That haven't blown away
The brave and graceful snowdrop
Says Spring is on the way.


By Angie


Here is another poem about the snowdrop written by William Wordsworth:-

To a Snowdrop, William Wordsworth

Lone flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they,
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise!
Blue-eyed may
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years.