Who are you to brave the bitter cold With your ethereal beauty? Virginal white and celadon green, A delicate perfume catches At my memory.   A slender beauty swaying in the Howling gales of winter’s final gasps, The first kiss of spring’s sunlight fingers Caress your translucent blossoms Rising from the snow.   You huddle close against the cold rock, Yet remain defiant in the … Continue reading Snowdrop