Snowdrop Time
Ah, hush! Tread softly through the rime,
For there will be a blackbird singing, or a thrush.
Like coloured beads the elm-buds flush:
All the trees dream of leaves and flowers and light.
And see! The northern bank is much more white
Than frosty grass, for now is snowdrop time.
Mary Webb
The snowdrops outside our house were limp and forlorn today, soaked by persistent drizzle (and pee from one or two local dogs). I know they will soon perk up when the sun breaks through. Click here to read more about these resilient winter superstars. Click here to learn more about the author and poet Mary Webb.
Click here for a short video on snowdrops.
Type 'snowdrops' into the search box on this blog to find more poems and writing prompts about these delicate, but tough little flowers.
Like them, we all need a little bit of sunshine to warm our hearts and revive us when we're bending under the weight of anxiety or sadness.
Writing prompts:
- Write about a time when you have felt 'limp and forlorn'. What has helped to revive you?
- Go for a walk and notice the signs of forthcoming Spring all around. How do these make you feel? Write about your walk using all your senses.
- On this grey February day are you dreaming 'of leaves and flowers and light'? Write about what difference they will make.
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