Snowdrops always surprise and should be welcomed on ones knees –as long as these permit kneeling!  Lost for words as always at their demure appearance, this year I found  Louise Gluck’s poem, posted on Womanspirit:


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 Gluck, The Wild Iris)