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Seasons : Imbolc

well snowdrops

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