A Sonnet of Snowdrops
From earth frostbound in grip of winter’s
power
Arise the Snowdrops, crystal white and pure;
Sweet heralds of the
spring, they stand demure.
In bitter biting winds yet comes this dower
Of
modesty and grace, this dainty flower.
So delicate of form yet strong and
sure
That in the harshest days they can endure;
Proof that Spring will
come with April sun and shower.
Thus loving human hearts, as strong and
true
Withstand the buffetings and storms of life
And ever shed, on all
around, a Joy
That in the darkest times will guide them through.
Such
kindly souls spread peace among the strife
For theirs a faith that nothing
can destroy.
Dorothea Keable