Where The Snowdrops Grow

that light feather touch
so gentle on a cool cheek
in a grey winter garden
struggling to find spring

a breath from nowhere
as a birch tree's tangled tresses
bow in silent serenity
i felt your presence

a spirit in passing
where the snowdrops grow
with their show of white skirts
i miss you

Reviews

[Carola]

OMG! just saw your poem, i've just finished writing one about snowdrops. you're very good on metaphors.
i don't think they grow here naturally, only in pots, probably much better where it's a bit cooler like in tasmania.
will publish mine in a day or two when I get the images just how I want them to be.
cheerio carola

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Carola. Have just paid your snowdrop poem a visit. Absolutely exquisite. You have done the little snowdrop proud.

Chris

[Little Feat]

This touched me deeply, touched my grief, so much feeling expressed with humbling brevity. An aside... birch trees have always reminded me of ghosts and I have always loved them.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your encouraging review. If you too are grieving, I hope time will soften what you are currently feeling. I have loved birch trees for a very long time. One outside my bedroom stands like a sentinel, on guard throughout the seasons. So pleased you paid me a visit.

Chris

[Melinda McQueen]

Snowdops come to touch your face when the one you miss... cannot. Yet, maybe not physically, but they still touch your heart.
An amazing and lovely write.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Melinda for your thoughtful review. You are appreciated.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Such a delicate write the flow so gentle and somewhat sad with the passing of a season loved so much it’s sad to say goodbye after enjoying its company and what’s on offer. I love silver birch trees they have an elegance of their own.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Andrew for your visit and for sharing your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris

[William Michael Reeves]

This poem felt quiet. Especially after reading the last two. Had that Japanese feel without the form. We could call it Shawku. Happy Spring Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Yes Bill, this is a quiet, reflective piece. I liked your idea of a Shawku. That made me smile :)) Really appreciate you stopping by. With thanks,

Chris

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"a spirit in passing
where the snowdrops grow"
I felt your beautiful, mystical, evocative poem so deeply dear Chris. Wonderful imagery, flow, alliteration. When we are rapt in Nature, the spirits come... I feel them too.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Annette for stopping by. You are appreciated. Pleased you enjoyed this poem.

Chris

[lightsong]

Sublime... truly outstandingly sublime...

[Chris Shaw]

Aw bless you my friend. Bless you :)

[lightsong]

I have no enough words to describe how Your poem is something far beyond than a "poem". few are able to touch something deep and special inside me, You do at times and here here not only You touched it, but also You let it flows and grows our Masterpoetess Chris... I wish I can give You 100 for another 100 times. the gentleness, the kindness, the oneness, the connection to ones' inner and the whole all is there in these heavenly powerful ethereal words...

[Chris Shaw]

What a beautiful review. I am so pleased this poem touched you the way it did. Means alot.
read moreWhat a beautiful review. I am so pleased this poem touched you the way it did. Means alot.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

We are still enjoying the clumps of Snowdrops alongside the daffys and Easter Roses

[Chris Shaw]

You paint a lovely picture of colour. Enjoy the joys of spring.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

Snowdrops the first signs of new life sprouting as you say from noting in the baren ground
OUr beech tree limbs are high above the ground
Aye they are a tangled mass
The Weeping Japanese Maple Tree
Its bare limbs spread over the Snowdrop clump

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Wild Rose. Hope you are both well.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

We are improving > along with the weather