they have never seen so many snowdrops.
There are frosted drifts by the orchard gate,
in shaded woody places and on green banks
Each opal bloom luminous.
Snowdrops
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
Louise Glück
whose gray elegance
reminds me of snowdrops
One day Wellingtons, the next poetry.
ReplyDeleteThis is the stuff of wonderful reading.
That poem could not be more meaningful for me today.
ReplyDeleteYes, that is the perfect flower.
ReplyDeleteYou picked a poem that touched many a soul. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletePaola
Absolutely perfect - the flower and the sentiment.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful pictures to start the day. I love snowdrops - they're so delicate and perfect looking.
ReplyDeletebeautiful photos x
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and pictures.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to be described as an elegant snow drop...I think I am more of a cauliflower!
ReplyDeleteSnowdrops have been late to open this year hopefully we will get to enjoy them for longer.
ReplyDeleteThey are truly exquisite.