Snowdrops appear, greeting a winter scene like Frozen tears,
Warming fears and melting hearts.
Huddled in shady spaces by leaning larches, or under an old oak,
Its bark felted by Sleet and scented snow.
In bitter chocolate puddles, ripples of riddles scribe in dark merle clouds, dragging across the winter sky.
Battered leaves are swept into choreographed spirals.
Shadows fall ready for the Snowdrop ball.