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

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" in a grey winter garden/ struggling to find sping" how beautifully you described the mind filled with sorrow and an inner void to find any beauty around.It's an irreparable loss...I can feel your emptiness...it's a very touching poem...warm hug my friend

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Sima for your lovely review and that warm hug. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Writergurl]

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

love this part, this is a wonderful, beautiful write

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you writergurl. I appreciate you stopping by to review.

Chris