Seasons : Imbolc
Sweet snowdrops, white pearl drops,
Nestling by the memorial tree.
Three flowers of pleasure, three gifts to treasure,
I admire on bended knee.
Spring life ascending, through mud, pretending
That winter's chills shall flee.
My visit again to the white blossoms is brief, distraught with grief,
I long for Spring's eternity.
Page last updated: 5th Mar 2009
