Serene Snowdrop


Serene Snowdrop,

Small heart translucent face,

Peeping shyly through downy lace.

Awakened by a sour biting  breeze,

Which makes her cower, she

Curls up, sheltering under boughs

Of mighty beech trees.

Suddenly a shower of frosty crystals

Adorn the mysterious, tearful princess,

Crowning her with a spectacular tiara

As the dryad minstrels play their lyres.

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17 thoughts on “Serene Snowdrop

  1. Gorgeous shot of one of my favorite flowers. And, as always, your poetry is magical. Our poor snowdrops were buried in a foot of snow until the last few days. I missed them while they were hidden.
    Blessings ~ Wendy

      • Sorry about the gale. I hope any falling branches miss hitting your flowers. We had a bunch of branches land near my snowdrops. Most of our snow has melted–I hope it stays away now.

    • Thank you so much. I have to admit that snowdrops are so special. I think they are so magical and can’t resist a poem and crouching low on the ground to see them and photograph them. I get so excited! 🙂 xx

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