David Taylor - Snowdrop

Sweet Snowdrop;
you reached up to the sky
through winter's snow,
and now you have bloomed
you gently bow your head to earth.
What did you see?

I lift your pure white blossom
and find green and gold
drawing my eyes to your centre;
so still; unfolding all your beauty.
And having reached for the stars
you now bow your head to earth.

Sweet Snowdrop;
what did you find
such that you are now speechless,
have no need to reach up high,
and just gaze upon the earth in awe?

David Taylor

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