A Show of SnowdropsA Poem by Chris Shaw(a little bit of spring)
In clusters in a wooded copse
lie snowdrops stirring from their sleep. And though the March wind blows its best, it will not slow the creep of growth that closes time on winter's rest. Their double-headed blooms bow down, yet pure and white their bells will ring when sun bleeds through the cloudy greys, they'll cheer and fling their drooping heads to face the rays of warm spring days.
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11 Reviews Added on March 21, 2019 Last Updated on March 21, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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