The first sigh of spring:
Snowdrops bending over in the garden corner,
Sheltered by the rowan tree,
Sighing for sun and warmth.
They might have huddled down a little longer
In the shelter of earth’s heat, but, instead,
They fight temptation, and
Strike hard now against the cold of winter,
Thrusting up green and white against the dull brown soil
Lifting our hearts to see their courage.