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

[Weeping willow]

A very beautiful write as your words flow with such life. ;-}

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your encouragement Weeping willow.

Chris

[JE Falcon]

Such a tasty touch upon the Tonge, soft words of caring. --- I saw snowflakes, was I supposed to? :)

[Chris Shaw]

There was a light flurry in my winter garden. Thank you Falcon.

Chris

[JE Falcon]

I thought so.

[Gee]

Tis beautiful Christine :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you kindly Gee. All good wishes.

Chris

[Throwing Romeo]

Truly wonderful ...
not far from heaven Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Throwing Romeo for your visit and your thoughts.

Chris

[Patricia]

Oh that last stanza is tear worthy! Your poems truly emote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Patricia. Pleased you called.

Chris

[AYVID N]

Everything in nature conspires to remind us of those we love and miss. When a garden in winter is covered with snow and spring is nowhere in sight, the colors of life seem all the more subdued and memories glow. I hope the spring smiles upon the lovely garden soon, dear Chris. Beautifully worded.

[Chris Shaw]

So appreciate your lovely review DIVYA. Thank you for stopping by.

Chris

[M. J. Smith]

There was once a spot that was sacred to me. A spot where lillies bloomed and love made every day a summer paradise. They bulldozed it a decade ago.
Like the gardener, only memories remain. As Johnny Cash sang, I still miss someone. Nicely done.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for that lovely share MJS. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... my Heart is touched with tenderness as blossoms are appearing... and will surely cling to memories... We are expecting Snow this weekend... so your poetry will be our Song... the softness of snowdrops will fall upon the Petals of moments that flowed endlessly for a Lifetime of tenderness. Blessings remain... gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, thank you for your beautiful poetic response. Know you are appreciated.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

I know your mother passed on recently (my condolences), and I think this poem is a tribute to her. Those who have left this place for another live on in the memories of those who loved them, and sometimes in other ways. Where there is love, there is life.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John for your kind condolences and for your thoughts. Pleased you stopped by.

read moreThank you John for your kind condolences and for your thoughts. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"their show of white skirts"

worn in honor of her.
I can feel the tangled tresses as they wrap around a sad heart.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you J. Yes, the heart is sad. Know you are appreciated.

Chris